what happens in new orleans, stays in new orleans

they are stopping us, asking if we are looking for some more beads. j. and i smile; no is the answer. too cold to show our breasts, and, potentially, i wanna go to politics! yeah, yeah, you got me, im also too shy for it.

bourbon street is overfilled with people. they just won the super bowl, who-dat is the slogan. we chat with randoms, we laugh and dance on the streets. it j.'s bday; shes a few years older than me. who cares, that doesnt stop us from starting this big outdoor dancing party - for sure the only one in whole new orleans. people stop by, we dance with them, make them feel comfortable. it works out great, and j. says its her best bday ever.

its 3am. music slowly disappears from open bar windows. im hiding under the arm of a boy from arkansas, j.'s walking with a dark-skinned alabama bunny. she is as excited as if this was her first time kisser. we stay in a little bar - her keeping the small talk with the boy, me dancing... dancing with mine. time to go, i say. frequent stops we make when the boys walk us to find a taxi make the morning come faster. 

i had one quick thought about the post-valentine dinner im taken to today. im not gonna hurt him, promise. what happened there, stayed there.