My first trip to New Orleans was one for the books for sure and my biggest regret ever. I and 2 other friends made the 9-hour drive down from St. Louis and stayed at the Chateau Lemoyne in the French Quarter on the top floor. We shared a balcony over Dauphine Street. On night Friday night, we meet the guys staying next door and they were pretty cool dudes, but they ended up leaving. They told us that they had some friends coming down from Chicago that was going to finish out the week. I was out on the balcony when all of sudden I hear a woman's voice coming out the door onto the balcony with no top on. It's Mardi Gras so no real shock, that was until she grabbed me by the arm and starts pulling me towards their room. With excitement, I call for my buddy, "Hey Jack, better hurry up! There is a knock-out with no shirt on out here". As we enter her room her friend was laying on the bed with just her panties on (kind of). She had them pulled down to her feet and shot them at me like a rubber band. I was in complete shock and had no clue what to do, so I turned red in the face and backed out of the room. Not saying that I could have ****** them both that night, but I believe I could have. My biggest Mardi Gras regret I have to date and from that day forward I promised myself I would not pass up such opportunities. I will share my 4 best stories at a later date. Post your biggest regret or the opposite your biggest, wildest, and most exciting story from your Mardi Gras trip.
Midwest Guy
That’s a memorable story for sure! Thanks for sharing, look forward to hearing more about your MG adventures!