Having never gone away to college (only random community college credits), I never did “Spring Break” of which I had heard about in movies. I asked Sarah if we could Spring Break together & we decided to drive to New Orleans for a few days. It is about an 8 hr drive from Dallas. Sarah decided to bring her iguana, Zoe, with her. She had a leash of sorts for him and he was content to ride around on her shoulder. She would stuff him inside her jacket when she needed to hide him. Such as she did when we checked into our French Quarter hotel. The young man checking us in looked at us funny and said “don’t worry, I won’t tell”. Well, Zoe being curious was poking his head out of her jacket to see what was up. Busted and covered for! I previously posted about my education from Sarah I received from Sarah and sales folks at the adult stores. Yes, this is the same trip. You are being treated to something else that my baby sister taught me.
If you have never been to New Orleans, every night the French Quarter streets are closed to vehicles and there is a huge street party. During the time we were there, there also was a Budweiser convention. Distributors in their business suits would be out and would walk into bars and buy customers Budweiser, Bud Light, etc. They also had some Budweiser “swag” as we now say that they would give away. Never ashamed of asking young ladies to “show their tits” for swag.
The street was wall-to-wall people. We are walking aimlessly up Bourbon St and Sarah turns to me and says, “you know what is fun to do in crowds like this?” She then quickly pinches a young man’s butt as he passes by. We heard an exclamation behind us but in the throng of people it was too late to see who the offender was. GAME ON! She patiently teaches me the subtle technique to get in & out and away undetected. We were having a grand old time pinching butts when I suggested that we not just pinch the young good looking guy’s butts, but that we should pinch as many male butts as possible without regard to age or size. We reached under lapels and pinched buts that had probably not been pinched in 30 years. I like to even think that we even made some of their days. A steady chorus of exclamations behind us alerted more victims as we made our journey up and down the blocks of Bourbon St. There were close calls. A guy I pinched whirled around to confront the guilty party. Having no other explanation, I whirled at Sarah and said, “I can’t believe you just did that!” I think she pinched a police officer’s butt too, or maybe it was his horse’s butt…After sleeping late and lounging by the pool in the afternoon, we would get dressed, & go play on Bourbon St. Good times!
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