Somewhat rowdier St. Pat’s Day
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
Totally Unauthorized 