About ten minutes ago, my neighbor Richard (he's kind of our version of Kramer) starts tapping on doors and yelling like there was a UFO hovering over Bourbon Street.
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Not that UFOs ever really get noticed over Bourbon Street. You watch where you walk, and if you dare look up you might get a face full of beads or piss.
Ok, if it's that close, I'll go watch it. Imagine if you went out the front door of your house and found an all girl parade in your driveway. You would have to at least stick your head out the door and watch.
Eat your heart out New Jersey.
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