exhaustedI ended up taking a crap load of pictures that I won't be able to put up until I get back to chicago. It features the Wall of Otters, the jello shot syringe action photo, and a lot of generic boring tourist crap. There's too much to relate at the moment and I doubt most of you give a rat's patootie anyway about it. I'm thinking about going back to bed right now and finish catching up on my sleep. Just to answer some common questions:
1) Did you see boobies?
1. No. There were some people flashing on the last night but it wasn't a common thing and I wasn't exactly waiting around for people to overcome inertia and just do it. I also didn't visit any strip clubs while I was there so no boobies. On a sidenote, a friend did see some guy drop trou and wave it around but that was about it.
2) Did you drink?
2. Ya, I gave it a shot. Not impressed. Was pretty crappy. Maybe I simply didn't down enough but I don't think I'll be giving that a try again anytime soon. I had a frozen hurricane, 3 jello shots, 1 hand grenade, 1 shot of something or other and all it did was screw with my balance a bit. No euphoria, no sedation, no notta.
3) Did you see anyone puke?
3. No. Thank God. Bourbon street was still a sewar though.
I figure anything more specific can wait until I feel a little more rested and talkative.
