Mrs. Del Smershy went all-out with the gifting...
Like seriously...
We popped into an outdoor concert thingy...
Then headed to Port of Call for head-sized Monsoons and world-famous hamburgers.
Afterwards, we stumbled over to Lafitte's, supposedly the oldest bar in America.
We ordered Hurricanes there. And those too were head-sized. We drank half and discarded the rest as to pace ourselves for an evening of epicness.
Next we hit Napolean's Itch to visit our new favorite bartender Phil Pizza.
He made us Mint Juleps.
And a super spicy Cajun Bloody Mary.
After all this, birthday boy Danny was clearly a bit wastedface.
Next up were Flaming Dr. Peppers.
While attempting to carry mine, I accidentally spilled a little and caught on fire.
I screamed. Everyone screamed.
But it was kind of funny. Except for the burning.
Birthday friends! Hooray!
Our last stop was Oz for a drag show.
The Emcee tranny wished Danny a happy birthday.
AND THEN the most amazing thing I have ever seen in my life happened.
The obese drag queen performer was on stage singing a song, and randomly slipped and SOMERSAULTED OFF THE STAGE AND LOST HER DRESS.
She just stood there in her bra and panties and leggings and girdle.
Everyone was horrified.
But of course we took pictures.
That was our cue to leave.
The End.
Goodbye New Orleans!
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