"I just don't understand why we've never been here before." Finn asked the group as they walked through the thick crowds of people on the street.
"And we keep telling you, we never saw the attraction of humidity and annoying accents" Colin answered.
"But why would we not see the attraction of tank tops and mini skirts in February? That seems like enough of an attraction for me to go anywhere."
"And I've got to admit, there is something extremely sexy about how that guy stopped in his truck yesterday and asked me if I was lost. Annoying accent to you, sexy bedroom voice to me," Stephanie added as Colin grimaced in remembrance of the flirting that took place the day before.
"Well I'm with Finn. I say that we make this an annual trip, even if it's just for this weekend." Logan said as he looked around.
They had been in New Orleans for just over 2 months and he just could not get over it. No one ever thought of venturing down south to get away from Hartford unless it was to go to the beach and he was realizing what a mistake this was. There was something about the relaxing pace everyone seemed to be on in New Orleans. And the girls, the girls were definitely something else. The temperature could go from 40 degrees to 75 in two days, and the women were always dressed appropriately. He assumed they got used to showing so much skin in the summer and saw no reason to cover up when it wasn't cold outside, even if it was mid-winter. He was not going to be the one to object, either. Even being in New Orleans for the past couple of months, none of them were prepared for what they had stumbled into this weekend. Of course they had heard about Mardi Gras quite frequently during their stay, but they figured that people were just overreacting. After all, they had been to many great parties and didn't see the need to befriend strangers on the street in an effort to have a good time.
Nevertheless, they were shocked to look out of their rented house the past few nights to see people lining the streets to watch the parades roll by and they were more shocked when that morning they found chairs, blankets, and ladders lining the street. Steph, always the personable one, had gone to the street and asked one of the women why they were camped out and blaring music on our front lawn at 5 in the morning and the response she got astounded her. 'Morning, sweetheart. Don't you know the supercrews are riding tonight? We'll be set up here until Tuesday afternoon, hope yall don't mind. This is our spot, but that house usually isn't occupied. Yall are more than welcome to join us if you want, as long as we can use your bathroom or something in return. You want something to eat? We've got eggs, bacon, and grits. I bet if you smiled real pretty someone would go get you a biscuit if you really wanted one, though'.
Steph had come back into the house demanding to know what a supercrew was, why these people weren't planning on leaving for 4 days, what we were welcome to join them in doing, and why they wanted to use our bathroom. The boys really didn't have an answer for any of her questions and the four of them decided to sleep a little while longer before they had to deal with the crazy people that were outside.