Guess who I saw the other night, for free?
Well, no… Styx.

Now some Daft Punk. Just wait till about :50 It’s worth it, in some completely worthless kind of way.

Last night (ok, 5:15 this morning) I was sitting in Lafitte’s talking to the new bartender when all of a sudden he stops me mid-sentence and points out the front door.

He was, of course, pointing towards the completely buck-assed neckid woman casually walking down Bourbon street. She was probably in her mid-twenties, she had a nice body and didn’t seem intoxicated or anything. There was nothing out of the ordinary except that you know, she was completely naked. I mean not a stitch of clothing; no shoes even.

Not even a hat.

Only in New Orleans.

Man Stabbed In Neck, Shoulder On Bourbon St.

They left out one piece of information in this article. The two men were in full on drag transsexuals.

I also heard the stabbie died a few days later and that the stabber was indeed caught. Whew!