Forgot about this story:
My roommate Kevin and I were hanging out in New Orleans, helping to get a shop set up in riverwalk. I don’t quite remember how we got suckered into it, but someone convinced us to spend our last $30 or so on lightstick neckalaces to resell at all the bars.
We trudged off, in search of bars with no covers, and finally found one down toward the canal street end of things… But sadly enough, when we go in, the bar was about 20x20 and there was no one there… two salesmen types fresh from a convention, two working girls working the salesmen, a bartender, and a band who was slated to go on in a few minutes. Dead, dead, dead.
We were planning our exit, when the band took the stage. And a few bars into the first set, their pyrotechnics went off. 4 people in the bar, and the band has frickin smoke pots, fountains, flash-bangs, etc. So-so band, but light show was definitely a-list, and worth sticking around for the oddity of it all.
The hookers started dancing with the guys soon enough, and they convinced the salesmen to buy all of our necklaces – or at least enough to pay us back and pay for beignets and coffee the next morning.
Best city in the Fuckin’ world…
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