I wasn't impressed with our first walk down Bourbon Street. We were in New Orleans for a four-day vacation and on this... our first night... we'd had dinner at Mr. B's Bistro and now we were walking arm in arm down Bourbon. My parents had paid for the trip... I think because my mother sensed that I was feeling dowdy and frumpy after three years of being a stay at home mom. Don't get me wrong... I loved my little boy and being a mom... but it really did play hell with self-image some times. In the first block we passed some strip clubs and I saw a couple of the dancers in the doorways; one of them in an outfit that showed a lot of firm butt. I was trying not to stare as I walked by... but she caught my eye and winked at me... laughing when I smiled back. Dan... walking beside me whispered in my ear... "See... she thinks you're sexy. I do to."
We walked by a few more clubs and then a jazz bar... but there were some really obnoxious black kids in front of one who heckled us for not throwing a dollar in their box after they tapped their bottle cap soled shoes on the pavement. More strip clubs and then some tacky t-shirt and souvenir shops with dirty floors. Every corner had a bar...