Only if you're a frat boy tourist who expects to see naked women everywhere.
See, now I'm imagining frat boy tourists trying to catch doubloons with their cleavage.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Only if you're a frat boy tourist who expects to see naked women everywhere.
See, now I'm imagining frat boy tourists trying to catch doubloons with their cleavage.
OMG, it just took me 2 hours to get home! It is normally a 40 minute bus ride. I am still really glad I was on the bus instead of driving, though. Instead of having 50 million panic attacks, I was able to doze a little,
Interrupting to mention that my friend's 7-year-old just came up with what he says is a TV show EVERYONE will watch: "Celebrity Rehab With Doctor Who." I know I'd watch.
"Celebrity Rehab With Doctor Who." I know I'd watch.
Especially since Doctor Who can get celebrities from any era. I know I want to see Lord Byron and Countess Bathory on a show like this.
A guy I knew, when asked by a stranger if he had accepted Jesus as his lord and savior, replied, "No, but I'm tolerant of those who have."
That's awesome. I hope the next time someone asks me, I have the presence of mind to reply "Is he the one with the basket of colored eggs, or the one that rides a sleigh with reindeer?"
It is odd to think of you not having been through Mardi Gras yet, Nora. You're so established in New Orleans already.
Aw! This makes me feel warm and fuzzy.
Nora, have you learned the important rule of doubloon catching?
Eye contact?
I need to get some awesome feather masks and parasols and stuff though, just on general principle.
Eye contact?
Feet.
When something falls on the ground, step on it. If you lean down to pick it up, your hand will get stepped on.
I did one Mardi Gras, and I mailed beads and stuff to just about everyone I knew, and I kept a shitload, and I threw away a shitload. Not a boob was displayed. I didn't even see one on the parade routes(Bourbon St, that was another matter). So now I have to be extra special pedantic with everyone that talks about boobie flashing.
My internet is back, after I'm done with the work call. Thanks, guys. Way to make me look good.
I just agreed to do another polar plunge with the derby. I am fucking insane.
I am fucking insane.
Leeetle bit, yes.