Funny stpry...at least now that I can look back on it and laugh at my dumb self...I was young, dumb, and looking for whatever would let me mount it....well almost whatever, but once infused with beer and some courage shots, I was out to conquer the ladies.
In short, went down to NOLA for a work conference. Had a couple of just as crazy buddies with me. Had lots of drinks, visited several of the ladies who don't like to wear clothing bars, drank even more drinks, puked somewhere, had a few more drinks to take off the edge of the edge, and then on our way out, there she was. Tall, dark, boobs were already out, and had not much of some shorts on. In some bar there and there was an AC/DC cover band....wow, could it get any better. Live AC/DC music and a hot gal, just wanting me to talk to her. So in I strolled, got me another drink, and it was off to the flattering her in my best effort in order to see what was under those shorts. Little talking and next thing I know she was letting me touch the girls. Chug chug, beer gone. Go back to bar to get another...my prey was in reach now. Bartender says, hey, you look like an honest young man, and i can see you have a higher alcohol content in your body than this beer im about to serve you. Did you know your gal there was a guy???



I think was the exact order of my appearance. No way, I could not believe it. I argued with the bartender, told him how wonderful her fun bags felt, and said again, NO WAY!!! Well, then he proceeds to point out all the things that obviously my beer goggled eyes had seemed to have missed...or shall i say, passed on quick inspection. After all, the boobs were out and my missile guidance system was on target.
Anywayyyyyy, luckily one of my other drunk buddies came in and got me back on track back to the hotel room. We laughed about it for years. Every time we saw each other, we told a few more people the story. One of the most entertaining nights i have ever had....NOLA...the place of dreams and dream crashers lol.