She's come undone

M. has been in New Orleans for a conference for the past few days. He gets wined and dined - lots of seafood, lots of Tabasco sauce (this makes him really happy) - and he gets free CDs of Coldplay's live performances. He also gets to stay in a swank hotel. All this to 'compensate' him for the fact that he has to attend rather dull presentations during the day. I feel jealous. I want his job - but I know I can't get it, because I can't do sums, even with the help of a calculator, and also primarily because I am a mad cow.

New Orleans is gearing up for its Mardi Gras festival, so M. is receiving a lot of beads as souvenirs. Why beads? Well, the thing to do is offer a passing woman a bead and then she is meant to show you her tits.

M. saw a woman doing just that, tonight. A couple of guys on a verandah were throwing beads down to a woman below, who obligingly showed them her breasts. He was walking behind her so he didn't get a full frontal view, apparently.
"Oh well, there's always tomorrow," he said.

Someone wanna give me a bead? I'll flash mine. Huh.