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Troops: I am Excited. My blood rushes. My pulse quickens. I relieve myself of the trappings of responsibility, and cast aside civility like ladies underwear. Vegas and Boston are distant memories, and now it's time for mardi gras. MARDI GRAS! M-A-R-D-I-G-R-A-S! Can you see it?? Parades streaming down Canal...Gallon Jugs of Beer by the waterfront...Beads hanging from my neck like a strand of victory scalps...Boobs quivering under a naked moon...Bourbon Street stretched out like the wine-soaked carpet of the Pharoahs...Golden Coconuts cast into the masses like a benedictory grenade...Casinos calling your name ("Bito, Bito")...Crawfish! Booze! Flesh! My god!! In 64 hours I will disgorge myself from the hotel, stiff drink in hand, a smile on my face, and amble an easy two blocks into the Heart of Hedonism. I survey all that I see. These are my peoples. My subjects. Engorge yourself in the finest delights terra firma has to offer. Morals to the wind. I will live like a king, for I am a king. The King of New Orleans. My friends, follow me to the promised land. It is good to be alive. -Ben akaThe King of New Orleans |
| Trying to get E-Love to show up in New Orleans, we've got Mardi Gras Prose: Dr. Beck, he didn't pay, But Jorge might have another way, Friends with a car, and a ride for free, I've got one more day to collect my fee. - Puck [E Love] I'm leaving for the airport in an hour But first, I'm going to take a sh** and shower If you find out before then about your ride and fee Give me a CALL so we know if you guys make MD -B Dr.Beck never paid any of my monies, So I missed out on all the Mardi Gras honeys, Sitting at home - bored, willing and able, I instead had some fool setup my billiards table! All weekend long, the beer and balls fell, My Mardi Gras woes were simple to quell. A few swigs of nectar, pretty girls at my side, I though "In New Orleans, I might have died!" So instead I sat home, and lamented my loss, With a game of nine balls, and belly full of sauce. - Puck E Love it would have been cool to see you. The trip was better than your home billiards and brew. G Love put on a show that rocked the venue Hooter's wings and pitchers of Bud were on the menu. And don't forget the stripper chicks on Bourbon Street, the kind of girls we'll never get to meet. Liz and Sara found their own guys with whom to play around, Jorge left Michelle home and we were jumping up and down. The weather was perfect, the casino tables were cold - I couldn't win a hand, and took home no gold. Ben had no chance to pick up some chicks by constantly shouting 'The Irish have big dicks!' Maybe next year you'll budget you money a little better, until then all you'll get is some pics and this letter. - Lysander [Bito] |