New Orleans: More than your average titty

Dance party with fellow Program Managers

The first thing I noticed about New Orleans is the humidity - it's like a Minnesota Summer night, thick with heat and moisture that makes a person need a cold beer and loud music to accompany his/her beads of sweat and looming threat of becoming a victim of fatigue from the humidity, even in mid-October. I thought flashing for beads was only a Mardi Gras thing, but on a Sunday night here it was not overlooked by drunken balcony partiers and creepy onlookers looking to catch a glimpse of some "titty." Me and my crew made our way through this mess, stopping momentarily as star-struck sightseers looking to catch some titty glimpses for ourselves. The prevalence of flashing titty does, however, steal attention away from the other amenities this city has to offer, and there were a few stops me and my five female companions stopped at to enjoy the music this city is traditionally famous for.

Mural of Louis Armstrong at the Maison Bourbon Jazz Club

It's a shame the musical talent here is overlooked by the barters of titty for beads, but the mood here calls for an indulgence of voyeurism or the patronage of such an act. Still, I got to dance with five hot babes and there were lots of jealous men that watched me cut a rug, showing off such dance moves as the grapevine, the ball change, and the feather step. While I'm completely full of shit, it's now 12:30am and I need to get up tomorrow for a day of actual work. In the meantime, I'm enjoying my luxury suite here at the Hilton Garden Inn and sipping on a Diet Coke before bedtime.

Tomorrow I plan on setting up another site where more pics of me and my friends can be seen. Until then, good night and don't take any beads from those who make you feel un-sexy.