Mardi Gras (French: Fat Tuesday), or Shrove Tuesday, is the last day of the period of carnival before Ash Wednesday, which marks the arrival of the fasting days of Lent. The name has come to represent the entire carnival period. Notable Mardi Gras celebrations take place in New Orleans, Rio de Janeiro, and Nice. In the Western Hemisphere, the principal carnivals are those in Rio de Janeiro (begun c.1840) and the Mardi Gras in New Orleans (begun in 1857).
They call it `The Big Easy,' and now I know why!!! I was talking to a few people on Friday, namely Noel and Christina, about Mardi Gras. We each had our own little excuses on why we weren't going. I didn't even know that it was this weekend until sometime on Thursday when I heard somebody talking about it. I was thinking to myself that it sure would be nice to go someday...
Ed and Jon left for Sarasota at about five Friday afternoon. Ed's mom had bought two tickets for him a couple of weeks ago to a cello concert taking place on Saturday. He took Rebecca home with him to go. He was dropping her off, however, to go home to North Reddington Beach for Friday night. That's pretty damn close to Sand Key. Chris and I found it funny that Ed actually was letting Jon intrude on his little trip with Rebecca. I personally would rather be alone with her on the trip, even if all we do is talk. Anyway, when I got home, I joked with everybody that I had discovered why his parents bought him those tickets. They didn't want his roommates or friends, who are always such bad influences, to `talk' him into going to Mardi Gras. We had a good laugh, and he agreed that it was probably true. For some reason, Jon seemed a little concerned over whether Chris and I would actually go out and do anything this weekend, but I'm not sure why.
Later on, Chris and I were looking over what we had to do for the weekend, and talking about what we had done during the day. I brought up Mardi Gras and we both wished that we could somehow be there. And that's where my overly creative mind kicked in. I started introducing a bunch of `What if's?' and in time, we actually figured out what seemed like the perfect way to get to Mardi Gras. We kept saying to each other how crazy the whole idea was. We both agreed, however, that this is what college is all about, experiencing life to it's fullest by sometimes saying `What the fuck?' and doing the awesome yet seemingly impossible. We decided to call Hector, Cecil and Dave, with me personally calling Cecil. I new inside that the entire idea was a long shot in hell because the chances of three guys all saying yes to an out-of-the-blue eight-hour trip to Louisiana were practically nonexistent. To my upmost surprise, and pleasure, they all said yes and seemed very excited about the whole idea.
The funniest part was that we would all be jumping into the complete unknown during this trip. None of us had ever been to Mardi Gras, or even Louisiana. We had no maps, directions, or even an idea of what we would do when we got there. We also had no idea of where we would even park! All I knew, from my Automap program on my computer, was that Interstate 10 ran past Gainesville just to the north, straight into New Orleans. The simplicity of the trip was a major way that we convinced ourselves that the trip would probably be a reality. We decided to leave at eight in the morning, and I told them to be at our dorm by seven.
It took a little bit longer to get ready and get going than I had expected, but we were actually on the road by eight. We decided on two hour shifts, and two dollars per person per gas stop. Cecil was already hungry and we hadn't even been in the car that long. Chris drove first, and we stopped pretty soon along I10. It was hilarious because it was a very backwoods kind of place, and everybody but me looked pretty out of place. I thought about Melissa a little bit as we drove past her grandparent's home in Tallahassee. Our main goal in New Orleans, was to see tits, and we prayed that we wouldn't be disappointed. And we weren't!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just saw and recorded a segment on Entertainment tonight about Mardi Gras. It came the closest to showing what really goes on in New Orleans. Every other time I have seen a TV show try and describe Mardi Gras, it put the celebration to shame. I thought it was only a dancing and singing festival. Little did I ever expect that it is the biggest sex party next to the celebration in Rio!
Our next stop in our eight hour drive was at a Burger King in DeFuniac Springs, Florida. It's a tiny little town deep in the panhandle, and I wasn't impressed. I asked one of the guys behind the counter if he knew where the closest ATM is, and he said didn't even know what it was! He finally could help me when I said `bank!' It was pretty funny, and the guys liked it. We kept on driving to Pensacola, where we bought gas. Cecil had never seen the Gulf of Mexico before, and I thought that was funny. They all were surprised when I told them that the large body of water we were passing was actually the Gulf. There were some pretty long and impressive bridges on the way, in Pensacola, Mobile, and New Orleans. I took over driving there, and headed on into Alabama.
Before this trip, I personally had only been to in five different states all of my life. They consisted of Florida, Georgia, North Carolina, Tennessee, and Alabama once. I now have driven through Mississippi and into Louisiana. I even stepped foot in Mississippi at a rest area on the way home to make it official.
We realized as I drove into Alabama, that we would gain an hour as we passed the time zone. It made our trip even better, giving us an extra daylight hour to party. We also talked a lot about racism as we drove through those deep South states. It was funny because the welcome station in Mississippi, and the one in Louisiana, both looked just like a plantation. I told everybody that if anyone asks, then tell them that they all work for me and they thought that was funny. We came into an awesome tunnel under part of the bay in Mobile. It was the first time that I ever drove through such a tunnel, and thought it was pretty cool.
We started worrying about the fact that we didn't have any beads with us as we got closer and closer to Mardi Gras. That rumor about the girl's showing you their tits for beads kept us going, and we really wanted to get a hold of some beads. We kept looking for a Walmart along the interstate, and finally decided to stop at the Louisiana welcome station to ask where we could by some. While they all went to the bathroom, I talked to one of the cute tourism girls behind the counter. She actually helped us out more than she ever could have known. Now that I think about it, we probably wouldn't have found the French Quarter amidst all of that confusion near New Orleans if I hadn't of asked. She pulled out a map of New Orleans, actually told me which exists to take, and highlighted the streets to take to get into the French Quarter. She even gave me a map of all of the designated parking in and around the French Quarter. She was pretty damn helpful. They then pulled out a handful of beads and gave each of us about five of them. That was very cool. I had never been to Louisiana before, but I was liking it already.
I wanted to continue driving for the remainder of the trip. I actually drove for just more than four hours!, or the entire last half of the trip. We were driving next to a gray Firebird full of cute girls all with long gorgeous brown hair. I was very impressed and stayed side-by-side with them for some time. We were flirting back and forth for a few minutes. I liked it a lot. I took one of the tourism girl's exist and headed straight into the French Quarter. There were already a lot of people and we had to be careful. We decided to just cruise for a while. At one point some guys were trying to entice a girl up on a balcony into showing her tits, I stopped the car, and we hung out of the windows looking up, but didn't get a chance to see because of the long backup of cars that I had caused that wanted me out of the way. There was an overwhelming sense of excitement in the air that is more than impossible to explain!!!
We found a five dollar parking lot rather quickly, which surprised me. We all changed into our partying clothes, fixed ourselves as best we could in a dark oyster-shelled parking lot, and headed towards the party of our lives!
The French Quarter is actually a pretty cool place. the buildings, if in new condition, would be very beautiful. They have gardens and some buildings that must be landmarks because they are pretty astounding. There were still quite a few daylight hours left, as we walked into the French Market. There were gorgeous girls everywhere, and Chris and I made quick note of that. Our main goal was to pick up some more beads. We found a place that was selling a bag full of the smaller strands for a dollar, and I bought one. I ended up putting most of them on, and later hooked them together into strands of two, making larger necklaces. We were then ready to Mardi Gras! We shopped around a little while longer in the market. they had some awesome bargains, most hand crafted. They had lots of pendant necklaces for about five dollars, and I would have loved to have gotten one or two. they also had awesome T-shirts. I know next time to bring a little more spending money. I got tired of it soon, and told them that we only have one night, and not to spend it all in a flea market.
We headed out and caught a few minutes of some of the traditional bands, and little shows being put on. There were horse drawn carriages in the streets as well. We walked into a bar pretty soon, and they each bought a beer. Only Hector, and Dave with his fake ID, got their hands stamped. From what I've heard, Louisiana's legal drinking age used to be eighteen until about five years ago, but you couldn't tell that it had ever changed. The bartenders never bothered to look for stamps, and I'm positive that they really didn't care. I watched a girl get her breast stamped as we left the bar!0
There were people of all kinds there at Mardi Gras. From the most beautiful girls you've ever laid eyes on, to the fattest ugliest whores, but many more of the former. There were punk freaks with yellow and purple hair, and earrings in what seemed to be fifty different holes on their bodies from their eyelids to nipples. It was amazing just looking at the diversity. I saw on TV that Carol Alt and John Goodman were also there amidst over half a million people! There were also people from all over the world, I ran into quite a few girls speaking European dialects and my heart just melted and my dick saluted.
I urged that we should hurry down to Bourbon Street, the place to be at Mardi Gras. We got our chance to urge a young girl up on a balcony to bear all. We chanted the classic slogan of Mardi Gras, `Show your tits!' but she was shy, and very beautiful. I think she was with her family because her `little brother and father' were up there as well. I caught one of the beads that he threw down. It helped to be tall, and cute as it turned out later in the night. I put it in my pocket to save and we headed on. We took one picture there.
When we got to Bourbon Street we were amazed by the crowds of people already accumulating. We came to a crowded balcony, and joined the crowds petitioning for the girls to bare all. It wasn't long before the first one showed her tits! We all looked towards each other and knew that this was only the beginning of an awesome night! Our wishes were repeatedly granted by about three or four girls along that balcony, all with nicer tits than I have ever seen in person. That was when a shorter but cute Asian girl got up on the shoulders of a guy to our right and pulled off her bra. We went crazy! Another girl in red, this one American, got up next to her and did the same. they were both pretty attractive. I got a picture of the two and went to work. Chris and I got close enough, so that when the girl in red did it again, we reached up and rubbed her tits! I also got a hold of the Asian girl as well. After the girl in red came down, I reached under her skirt and tried to rub her clit and she didn't pull away.
We then went on to another balcony. It was hilarious because, while many people were intent on screaming at the girls on the balcony, or just watching the girls up on shoulders, we were only happy when we were rubbing their tits! Every time a girl was raised up, or we saw a guy bargaining with a girl, Chris and I would very effectively dash through the crowd and take a front row stance! Cecil and Dave were usually right behind. Hector later said that whenever he got lost, he would just head for a girl up on shoulders to find either Chris or I. I thought that was funny, and had thought the same thing about finding Chris. Chris and I seemed to know that we should always be on the opposite sides of each other, instead of fight each other. Too many times, it was my hand on the right, his on the left, and everybody else had to settle for a piece of our hands! It was awesome.
We ended up feeling over twenty girls' tits a piece, and viewing oh so many more! This one woman, about thirty had the most gorgeous, firm, tan, and freckled breasts and was wearing a tight black workout suit. She was there with her husband who held her on his shoulders. When she finally peeled down her suit, I was astonished at the perfection of her nipples, and tits, as I grabbed on and massaged for the longest of times. Chris was on the left! We walked by this one area, where a more slutty girl was wearing a white cotton bathing suit top. She wouldn't show in the crowd, but let me grab the back and pull it up! Just then, Michelle Hasebrock from Leto saw me and called my name! I was like, `Shit!' wondering if she had seen me, but then we talked for a few minutes. She goes to FSU and I though that it would be awesome if she went back and told Rachel, Andrea, or Kirsten that she saw me at Mardi Gras!
I later ran into a very cute girl with long brown hair that I thought was cute enough to pay serious attention to. She suddenly asked me if I go to UF and I said yes and we high fived. We talked for a few minutes because I didn't know who the hell she was. I wanted to talk with her longer but the guys were drifting farther off. I saw her and said hi once again later that night. my only hope is that she'll recognize me again here someday, since I'm obviously pretty easy to spot (and remember!!!). I also was surprised to see Tama, and we talked for a few minutes as well.
There was one girl that stood out over all of the rest. She was a younger girl, maybe only seventeen. She was really pretty, and seemed quite shy. I asked her if she needed shoulders, but she wasn't sure yet. She didn't want all of the dirty guys to grab a hold of her breasts, if she showed them. Chris and I talked about her later and said that we instantly gained respect for her at that point, and she was the girl that turned us on the most! Chris and I blocked off the people, making them keep their distance. She actually had a bra on, and had to reach in to undo it. You knew that she was innocent and unprepared. She had gorgeous dark toned breasts and small perfect little brown nipples. Beautiful!!!
We all finally decided to go to McDonalds for dinner. You could see the Mardi Gras parade going by outside. It was funny, and I was the one to notice of course, that all of the workers were black! There were some really cute girls in there that were flirting with me. One was right at the table next to us. It really felt good.
We headed back out to Bourbon Street to take on its beautiful fury once more. this time there were two very sexy girls in their early twenties up on a balcony who pulled up their skirts and showed off their pussies!!! Twice. We later watched this married couple, who were on their honeymoon, up in their hotel window. they opened it up, and she gave him a blow job in front of the crowd, also showing herself off entirely! It was amazing!!!
It was really funny seeing girls later and just thinking that I've felt your tits even though you look so sensuous and pure, like a girl that I'd drool over here in Gainesville. These are girls that would never do this at any other place, or at any other time. I compared the girls to Ed to the ones laying out on the field last Sunday, and he got the idea.
This really good looking alternative girl came up to me at one point during the night and asked me if I knew where the Dungeon was. It's some kind of nightclub but I didn't know. She really looked like she wanted me to come with her, and I would have loved to! She would have been a good screw!!! I later had the opportunity to hold a girl up on my shoulders. She was damn good looking, but had a heavy athlete's frame! It was really late, and I was really tired. Pretty soon after I lifted her up, I felt my feet give out, and we both fell on our asses. It was funny. Everybody said that I should have been embarrassed but I'm never going to see these people again, so who gives a shit! I almost ended up kissing the girl afterwards, but I'm a chicken shit! Oh well!
The entire evening was far too much to comprehend! It placed a gridlock on my mind, a huge abundance of store up memories that I will only be able to unravel when I finally get some sleep, and as time progresses. Only now can my mind start to comprehend.
This was truly the best night of my life!
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