Bourbon Street
Bourbon Street on first night in town = naughty
Bourbon Street on second night in town = issues
Bourbon Street on third night in town = booze hound
Planning on "really" blowing it out on Thursday on Bourbon Street because apparently I ain't seen nothing yet (and I've seen a lot) = Just a damn good week
I swear if it wasn't for the whores, Bourbon Street would be amazing. And it's not like good looking whores. It's fat whores or old whores and they all have on too much make up and are dressed entirely too well.
Anyway - Navy guys are great to hang out with. They have as many stories as I have. We just trade back and forth for hours. The best moment of the night had to have been when I sang duet with a French Quarter "fake" prostitute to Elliott Smith's "Between the Bars" she cried and we hugged. It was a precious moment. Anyway...I'm off to do it all over again. Why not move here? It smells good. The weather is awesome. And I can go cougar hunting every damn day. I swear sometimes my job is awesome. It's like vacation this week.
The hottest line of the night by far:
"Mam, will that be cash or charge?"
"Oh I'm paying with my pussy. Charge that guy."
I fell off my fucking stool.
