Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Let Me Act Drunk!

The one thing about my hometown New Orleans is that they allow you to be as drunk as you can be. You can walk on Bourbon Street and be as crazy as you want to. Drinking is an unusual activity in this city. It's sort of crazy, but that's the way we roll. So one night, I decided to use it to my advantage.

One night, I was hanging out with a friend I just made two days prior to my plan. We had been hanging out for quite a while now. The second we met each other, we both felt like we made a friend that can truly handle the 
both of us. Let's call him Gary.

We were hanging around in his apartment, watching Disney Channel and animated movies. It's a habit he's trying to break. I got over Disney Channel, but he hasn't yet. It's the one thing about him that I tolerate. I was over in Gary's kitchen making some snacks. Whenever I get bored over something, I don't complain about it. I go to the kitchen and create something. It's the only emergency I have to keep me from getting bored.

Gary entered the kitchen and saw me cooking.

"I thought we were going to order take-out," said Gary.

"We never talked about that," I said.

"I thought I did. Well since you're cooking, let's go to Rouses and get some ingredients."

"Sounds like fun."

We left the apartment and headed over to Rouses, which was only a few blocks away. It was a Thursday night. 

What some people don't know is that Thursday night down here is the new Friday night. Every time I'm in the middle of the city on Thursday night, it's a crazy party. Gary and I had to go past a group of people that was already messed up. Some had a few too many drinks and were going off in the middle of the street. Good thing there were no cars around. There are few streets that are only used for walking, and that's where the craziness was going on.

Midway to the store, I came up with this crazy idea. I wanted to have to fun with the people around the two of us. 

So I whispered to Gary "Why don't I act drunk?"

Gary looked puzzled at first.

"What do you mean?"

"Let me act drunk! You carry me and people will be staring at us all night."

It didn't take long for Gary to agree with my plan. Before you know it, Gary had me on his back while I was pretending to be asleep. Instantly, people were pointing fingers at us. They couldn't stop staring. We weren't being laughed at. As a matter of fact, we were embraced with positivity.

They were shouting stuff like "Is he all partied out?" or "That's how drunk people do it in New Orleans." My favorite one was when 80% of the people staring at us shouted "YESSSSSS!"

I knew that was going to happen. That's why I did it. Gary and I finally arrived at Rouses and we laughed our way inside. We accomplished another crazy plan and we got critical praise for it from the public.

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