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I could be telling you all about being stretched out barefooted and laughing and watching movies and eating Zapps between two cute boys from out-of-town in a beautiful room-sized bed. I�d be sure to skip the part about being curled up and groaning and making other funny drunken noises in my sleep and drooling into big fluffy pillows between two cute boys from out-of-town in a beautiful room-sized bed.

Before we passed out each night I�m pretty sure we saw some sights - snakes and skulls and chicken�s feet and moldy offerings of cake and cigarettes to Marie Laveau in a voodoo museum run by a tired old Canadian expatriate hippie (don�t bogart that oxymoron) with a baptismal hot tub business on the side....rich snooty yuppies eyeballing our desirable table at The Columns under the two hundred year old oaks along St Charles Avenue and poor film industry poseurs (I�ve never seen so many cell phones in one room. They were probably all talking to each other.) ogling our comfortable chairs at a private downtown festival function that required a password in exchange for flowers floating atop crappy drinks in fancy stemware....on Decatur, a dumpster kitty licking the bottoms of patrons' shoes and a friendly lap dog on the bar licking the side of a cold beer mug, and then there was the stray chicken wing underneath a leather armchair greasing up the plush carpet of the casino�s high-roller�s lounge. That cat was in the wrong club.

And I know we ate - barbequed shrimp swimming in buh-duh and fried oysters and red beans and beignets and jambalaya and �roasted scallops with pumpkin and truffle froth.�

And drank - viewing many a bar-room ceiling through the bottoms of many an emptied wine glass and beer bottle and shot glass.

(This town is all about food and drink....and chicken parts, apparently. This town is about a bar crawl that begins at midnight, the stoutest among you rendered senseless as the sun�s coming up, snoring through the daylight hours to start again that evening. If you can get some biscuits and grits and bacon in your system while you�re otherwise comatose, all the better. Did they wonder why the place smelled of vomit and piss? Did they wonder why I put myself on the other side of a 24 mile wide lake from it all? Not by the time they left.)

And were merry -- �cause I was sadly missing them the moment the goodbyes were said.

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