Totally Unauthorized

The Marriott Hotel in New Orleans is just two blocks away from Bourbon Street, the biggest party street in the country, possibly the world.  It’s a strange place, combining fine old restaurants like Arnauds and Galatoire’s with skin show, dive bars and stalls where you can buy “huge ass beers” to carry down the street drinking.  There are hotels where your room includes a balcony from which to watch the passing parade and throw bead down on the crowd, preferably to women willing to flash their boobs in exchange.  It’s a fun street.

I took photos on Saturday night:

The leprechaun is a doorman at a strip club

Statues to jazz greats

The best smile of the night

Even the beggars are clever

The balcony is the best place to watch the strette

These two were in the middle of a fist fight

Earning her beads

Bachelorette parties abound

Some guys can just rock a skirt

She’s pouring a shot of booze down his throat, then spinning him around

Girl passed out on the street, horse patrol holding back the crowd

Very cool motorcycle

Gotta twerk

Looking cool

These two wanted cigarettes, which I quit before they were born

Playing the washboard with style

Guys with big balls

Go Go dancing, for some reason

Good place to pose

Hello Kitty comes to life

The perfect suit for the evening

The trash builds up quickly

Begging for bead

Taking selfies everywhere

Tying the girlfriend’s shoe

Guys hustling chess on the street

Then I went back on Tuesday night to see if the St. Pat’s crowd was any more interesting, but it was smaller and better behaved. Darn it.

They can’t sell the jello shots, they give them away for ‘tips’

Nice Hat

Sampling the good for the strip club

I don’t know

Human statue

She was really beautiful

Not everyone was 22 years old

Bum sitting in the street. Crying.

Still pushing the jello shots

Great light

He chose this pose

Fortune teller on the street