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So here's a funny story. We're at Bacchus last night. We were standing at the corner of St. Charles and Gen. Pershing, right in front of Touro Synagogue. Kelsea and Danny had had a lot to drink, and had to pee. Danny went off to look for a port-a-potty. So after a while, Kelsea and I went to go look for a port-a-potty because by this point she really had to pee. The two of us are walking along the street behind the synagogue, and Kelsea says "I REALLY have to find a place to pee!" Then this middle-aged guy comes up to us and says, "You looking for a bathroom?" "Yes," we say. "Follow me, follow me." So he takes us up to his house (by this time we had picked up Danny), where about three people were already waiting to use the restroom, and told Danny and Kelsea to go ahead on up and they could pee. While they were doing that, I stood out on the street and talked to this guy and his friend. So, when they were done, Kelsea says, "I've got to find something to drink." The guy lived above the house they were just in, and was like, "You want something to drink? Come on upstairs!" So we all went upstairs to his house and into the kitchen, where we met his wife and I guess his daughter and a couple of other girls. The were all like, "Hey, what's up! We've got beer in the fridge and whiskey on the counter! Take some!" Keep in mind that we were just random strangers he picked up off the street. So Kelsea poured herself a Dr. Pepper and Whiskey and we talked for a while, and left once the wife started hitting on Danny. Then it took s a long time to get back to the parade because there were a million people and I accidentially made Kelsea spill her drink on her shirt, but that's okay, because she didn't like it anyway and I ended up drinking most of it, and then Lee spilled it on my pants.