Mardi Gras 2002 with The Airbrush Shoppe

A few of our favorite quotes and quirks from this trip We couldn't resist using some of these quotes and quirks from our Mardi Gras 2002 season. I mean, think about it. We have a very unique group under some pretty intense circumstances. The combination should have resulted in a screenplay... for real!
Conversation as our crew walked down Decatur, on our way to a fine dinner at Angeli's: Young man as we passed him: "Hey baby! Wanna get freaky?" Pause of silence. Colleen to Steve: "Of all the come-on's I've heard down here, that has to be at the low end of the spectrum." Steve, in return: "Yeah... amatuer."	Overheard at Playboy's Super Bowl Party, Anne Rice's St. Elizabeth mansion: Young woman to party co-host & NFL celebrity, Marcus Allen: "Excuse me sir... but do you work here?"
Coming home, to our apartment in the Quarter... 2 nights in a row: Jason, to whoever is opening the courtyard gate to our apartment: "Somebody yacked on that gate. Use your key to pull it open."	Tom of 735, Colleen & Amy catching up on gossip: Tom expressing how busy his life has been, to Colleen & Amy: "I know I'm really bad about saying to people "I'll be right back", and then I get busy and never come back. I know I've really pissed some people off like that. Maybe I should start saying "I'll be right back if I can". His phone rings. He answers, looks up and says with a grin: "I'll be right back... if I can."
As our staff left the Playboy party, things were really starting to get wild. Outside, on the fire escape, a couple were embraced in the rhythm of passion. I mean... they were going at it! They were discovered by security, who broke them up: Female security: "If I ain't fu&in', nobody's fu&in'!!"	Crew meeting, preparing the Mardi Gras virgins with what to expect at their first Mardi Gras: Oldies to newbies: "New Orleans is like no other place. It beckons you when your gone. You dream about it. It compells you when you're there, and it tells you when it's time to go home. Oh, and when you leave New Orleans after Mardi Gras, don't look back or you'll turn into a pillar of salt."
Very drunk young man gets slightly out of line with Amy: Amy to young man: "Don't make me have to be a bitch with you!"	Very drunk (but caring) young man tries to steal Amy's cigarettes. He beleives she should quit for health. Colleen catches him once and makes him replace the smokes. He tries again and she catches him: Colleen to young man: "Don't make me slap your hand like a six year old!" Young man draws back his hand like he's been bit and says: "I'm not a seven year old...!" and he wanders away
Sitting around the apartment, bored enough to break-out the wine. It was cold and rainy, so we were making the best of it. Jason (as usual...) was spouting his gross, but largely entertaining, verbage: Steve: "You know that line people talk about crossing? Well... you just had to go way over it, didn't ya?"	We had a number of interesting surprises on this trip: Steve, in response to a new developement: "You don't know until you know."
On our way back from the Olympics, Jason got pulled out of line at the gate in Dallas/Ft. Worth airport by security for a random search. Random, my eye! The two female officers had their way with him in front of the whole passenger list!: Security to Jason: "I'm going to have to search down the front of your pants, sir." Jason, in reply: "Ok. Will I need a paper towel when we're done?" Security guard searches gingerly down the front of his pants, as he wiggles and moans playfully. The other passengers are cat-calling and whistling. Jason, when she finished: "Does this mean we can go have a smoke together now?" Other female officer as Jason leaves gate to board plane: "Sir? You aren't supposed to enjoy this!"	In the process of doing all of these events, we have been relieved and grateful to see security as tight as it has been. Sure, it's not convenient, but it's safe. Here are a few interesting security bits we ran across on this adventure: Coming into Salt Lake City by plane, no one was allowed to get out of their seat for any reason, half an hour before landing. At the Olympics, every person had to go through metal detectors and hand search. Even though we were working with Coke, they had to bring a bomb dog down to sniff our CO2 tank before they would allow it in. Even with that, we were escorted by a concerned Sheriff to the tent. At the Olympics & Super Bowl, everyone had to walk at least 5 blocks. No VIP access at Super Bowl.
Just an interesting little story: For our 1st Mardi Gras, we were robbed at gunpoint. That was one lesson we've been careful not to repeat, but ironically we were again involved with a robbery this 2002 season. We were walking home late one night when we found a book bag full of personal stuff in the middle of the street. It was about 2:30am, but we opted to give the guy a call. It turned out that the guy was a local artist/student who had been robbed at gun-point only 15 minutes prior to our phone call to him. He came and picked up his bag, and we found out he was the same artist whos work was currently hanging at the Club 735. Weird.	A Word to our New Orleans Connections. You know who you all are: It was really wonderful to see all of you. It's been far too long. With a bit of luck and some good grace, we'll be seeing you much sooner next time. Thanks for, once again, making our stay in the Crescent City such a pleasure. We miss you when we're not there and we don't get to spend near enough time with you when we are there. Take care and we'll see you soon! With much love, Colleen, Amy, Jason, Steve, Rosary and Stephanie

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