So...I'm on Bourbon St. naked, right? Then Uglor the female impersonating transvestite comes over and asks me if I want a Jello- Shot. Well, at that point there was nothing I could do except throw up. After regaining my composure I looked up at (as I perceived in my condition at the time) the voluptuous babe standing next to me holding a tray of Jello-Shots and Shooters, looked up at "it" and said "Thank you." When "it" ask what for I said "Just for being you." Needless to say "it" found me completely irresistible (which would explain the reason "it" left in such a hurry. Probably didn't want to embarrass "itself" by losing control :-) Not really, that was Pete's story ;-)
My story goes more like this "Whooo! Whooo! HEY!!! You in the red shirt! I got beads! Get your boyfriend to hold your drink." :-) Then I would wake up in what I hoped was MY hotel room :-)
The dress code on Bourbon St. was pretty strict though. Jock straps, bare chests, bare rear ends and frontals were fine but you had better be wearing a collar of some form when you went into a club :-)
The food was great. The music was great. The people were drunk. All in all a great time.
A little on the actual convention so that I don't forget to put it in since I'm still partially hung over from the trip. I can honestly say that I slept more between the hours of 10:30 PM and 5:45 AM last night than I did the whole time I was in Nawlins and we got there Thursday ;-) The convention was in a hotel across the street from the one we stayed in. There were some classes and I think I was at some of them and if anyone can verify this please let me know so that I can confirm my whereabouts for posterity sake :-)
I met Judy and she is as lovely and sweet in person as she is on the board. We seriously contemplated getting her to go out to Bourbon St. with us but we were afraid she would get us into too much trouble ;-)
I met Lady Di who is also as sweet and lovely in person as she is on the board (a little too serious though :-) I have to give her a lot of credit for her handling of the class I took that she instructed. You see, there was this guy that had been in the optical industry for 43 years (I and everyone else knew this because he seemed very fond of letting everyone know as often as possible ;-) that was just intent upon correcting everyone instructing the courses as often as possible (a legend in his own mind so to speak) Lady Di was very cordial about it and very stealthily maneuvered around his repeated attempts for notoriety. Let's hear it for Lady Di. You go girl! Whooo! Whooo! I'm sure that in her head she was thinking "If I only had a gun." :-)
I did meet some other people but I was only interested in meeting Judy and Lady Di (and of course Pete, but he was already one of the Three Musketeers and just needed the initial face to face meeting. So from here on out when I refer to we or us it will be Chad, myself and Pete ;-). My idea of who's important are evidently very different than many of the others I met along the way. I wasn't going to say this but I just have to or it will eat me up. When I talk about, say or mention that I'm my favorite subject or how great I truly am, I'M joking. Many of the people I met (but not all) honestly believed that they were the greatest thing since the invention of the light bulb and one-ups-man ship ran rampant. Honestly I couldn't tell whether I was disgusted or if I fit right in ;-) Okay I've said it and I feel purged in a way :-)
I did get some very good information while I was there though and since I'm a digger I got some pretty interesting gossip about some people. Don't ask because I won't say unless it becomes necessary so those of you out there, and you know who you are, you might want to keep those eggshells under your feet from breakin' if you know what I mean? ;-)
Well I think I need to go for now, but as the fog clears from my brain and I think of other stuff that we did I'll let you know. I'm still trying to come up with the Darris' list of Do's and Don'ts when on Bourbon St. :-)
Talk to you later,
Darris "(Sung to the tune of 'I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus': I saw someone kissing Olive Oyl underneath the neon sign that night ;-)" Chambless
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