[skindiver71]

Something about plastic beads, hurricanes and boobs. We made a trip to NOLA back in the late 90s after I had gone previously for Mardi Gras. This was a fall weekend so nothing that wild. I convinced my wife to wear a nice dress with nothing underneath which is highly unusual for her. We made it to Bourbon Street after a nice dinner and drinks. Once upstairs at the Cats Meow I went to get a couple more drinks at the bar. My wife had made her way out to the balcony and to my surprise had starting flashing people on the street below. Good times were had by all!