Tales of the surreal

I’m making my normal after-show trek down Bourbon to my car parked near Esplanade. Walking past Oz (which is north oft the ‘lavender line’ for you all playing the home game) there are two girls coming towards me. One of the girls was a blond wearing white hot pants and a white top that covered just enough to draw attention. They were both slender to the point that on first sight I thought they were transvestites with a really good tape job.

As we get closer the first girl walks past me and I make eye contact with the second in white. “So where are you going?”

“Home,” I replied. She looked a bit dismayed and asked if I was going home alone. “Yep, just got off work,” then with a huff and “Oh well” from her we continued on our separate ways. I took five steps and then it hit me: I think I was just propositioned by a prostitute.

Yeah, how often does that happen? I know it’s not like this doesn’t go on but it is one of those events that when it does happen to you and you’re left thinking, “WTF?”

While the girl didn’t get a chance to turn any tricks with me rest assured she’ll have plenty of chances to remain gainfully employed. There was that fraternity meeting in town. (And no Jon, I wasn’t going to go back and do any field research.)

- BourboJeff