I don't really know why what happens next happened but it did and it can be seen as funny, bearing in mind we were both so drunk we weren't too aware of what we were doing. There was this box with napkins, straws and matches in on top of the bar, both Jeff and myself took a couple of match books but we couldn't stop there. Before long the box was empty and our pockets were as full as they could be. There is no real reason why we took the matches or why we ran around lighting them and throwing them at things, Jeff more so than me, he was going wild with these matches and throwing them at cars, lighting whole books and putting it on car bonnets. This went on for a while. Until we got bored and decided to walk back to the hostel. We walked completely the wrong direction, in fact we went the opposite direction to the hostel. We ended up having a race with two girls on bikes with our drinks in our hands, they won of course. We back tracked and went to the main road before the French quarter.