11pm. The end is so close I can taste it, or is that just the stench of Bourbon Street. My desire to take pictures is pretty much gone. The quality, if there ever was much, is pretty much gone. I don't know why I took a picture of this dog.
Steve made this sign, so he proudly hides his face in shame and poses in front of it.
weeee!
Thursday, February 7, 2008
24 Hours: Mardi Gras: 23:00
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24 hours,
bourbon street,
dog,
french quater,
mardi gras,
new orleans,
steve
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