1. A fully naked man (except for shoes and brown socks) upstairs at Lafitte's. Michael, Vincent and I clearly must have walked right past him. All three of us must have brushed up against his ass on the way to the bar, but not a one of us noticed until we were about to leave. None of us.
He was casually chatting with some girls.
Vincent: "There's a naked man there."
Me: "Oh, you're right. He is."
2. Dashing older man in the middle of the bar drunkenly trying to button up a crisp striped dress shirt and fumbling to tie a tie....over an ascot. Or was that a tourniquet? Hard to tell.
The tie ended up being about a foot too short.
3. Not so dashing older man dressing in the street, barely managing to put on his shirt before falling into The Clover Grill.
4. A tranny hooker and her hunky young bodyguard(?)(dressed in a harness). Imagine Dr. Zira in a leather mini skirt so short you could see her balls. Dr. Zira was
directing traffic, waving her fan, and taking photos with tourists in the middle of St. Ann St. But you knew that already, right?