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.
See, now *this* is the sort of news that would get people motivated to move back down here.
And where was the cameraphone? Some random Rivers Cuomo wanna-be walks by and stalkerboy snaps away, but some naked 20 year old girl and… nothin. I know it’s QUEER and loathing, but how ’bout hooking up the straights once and a while?!
Yes you did need to see that. You should have bought her a drink from the bar and brought it too her. Then maybe you could have gotten a better view of her pineapple.