I'm sick of this direct approach crap. Get as sloppy as you possibly can each and every night you're in town. And you'll have so much more luck picking up guys. New Orleans' police really love seeing your naughty bits. And if you're lucky, you'll end up on the boxcover for the amateur porno, Men of Mardi Gras 2001.
Glow sticks are cool.
See all your parades on Canal Street. Uptown just so you can relax on St. Charles Avenue and share a brewski with Ann Rice. Pee on the street. That might be the spot where Tennessee Williams chatted up his very first rent boy. Or maybe Gertrude Stein stopped there so Alice could tie her shoe.