Holy shite! It just hit me. I had to talk a friend out of peeing on the Alamo this past weekend. After taking three friends to Pat O’Brien’s for their first time, we left after a few too many hurricanes, and you never have to “go” until after you leave the club. Well, Steve has to pee. Eddie convinces him it would be a great story if he peed on the Alamo. Melissa’s not really helping.
LUCKILY the designated driver (me) convinced him to wait until he got to the parking garage, and nobody got arrested. Good times!
