We were out and about last weekend. Carousing the Canal District in search of stimulating conversation with some non-braindead locals, an avant-garde country music venue, or a swanky noodle palace. Alas - we found nothing of the sort. Just boring Bud drinking proletariats as far as the eye can see. I guess that proves Wusta is as low-brow as low-brow can be. Hey, maybe I'm wrong.
Walking down Green Street, we caught a couple of testosterone-laden yokels outside a bar enmeshed in a Saturday nite barroom rite. We had no idea what it was about. Most likely about the two chicks; they seemed to have a vested interest in the outcome. Lucky them!
So I caught this piece of Saturday night fun on video for ya.
