Friday Follies Happy Hour

This video captures the story of my wasted youth - especially one lost weekend in New Orleans.

Actually, it was only supposed to be a weekend, but it ended up lasting five days. Something about lost plane tickets (or was it a missed flight? I'm still not entirely sure), a barmaid, a hotel maid, and a sympathetic N.O. cop. I'm still grateful to that man.

I should point out that all this took place many, many years ago, immediately after my graduation from basic training at Ft. Polk, LA. So the whole episode is justified at some level. Also, tequila and evil companions were involved.

In short, it wasn't my fault...