Pimpin' for Beads
"Fat Tuesday we went to Burbon Street and let me tell you, while New Orleans is a pretty interesting place with a fascinating history and lots of cool places to go, Mardi Gras is pretty friggin boring. And the streets smelled like the Palo Alto City dump the whole time. It's like they say: One big frat party. You know, I don't understand why people think getting drunk and seeing boobs is "wild." Doesn't it take an adreneline rush and something unexpected for something to be considered crazy and wild? We walked down three blocks of Burbon Street through this throng of drunken people; thick as a well-packed mosh pit. Then we crossed over a block to walk faster and see if there was anything else further up Burbon. But, when we crossed back: nothing. That's all Mardi Gras is. We throught there would be events and really cool floats, and shows.... nope. Some of the floats were nifty, but nothing spectacular (except, yay for the orca whale!). We didn't even see that many boobs. So, after a half hour of debauchery on Burbon Street, we went back to the hotel and played in the pool. Kim and I earned our beads the hard way: Scavenging them off the ground, and rinsing them off in the shower. Yeah!"
Strike a pose.


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