A trip with Connie to New Orleans for New Year's 2004.



The Sheraton we stayed in. Pretty nice place. On the opposite side of Canal St. was the French Quarter, fuming with the smell of beer, piss, and vomit.



The view from our room on New Year's Eve. Canal St. leads down to the Mississippi River.


Madness on Bourbon Street. It's packed. Drunk frat boys scream from rickety balconies and throw beads down to any girl who will show off her boobs. Men of all ages walk around with videocameras.



Connie and I get sloshed on Hurricanes from Pat O'Brien's.
(photo by a drunk guy with a lot of beads)



Connie has three fingers. I laughed for hours.



Happy New Year! Fireworks lit the sky along the Mississippi as far as the eye could see in either direction.



Fireworks over the Mississippi.


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