There was no question about it, we were going to get well and truly shit faced tonight and what better place to do it than here on Bourbon street. We went into a couple of bars firstly, they were all quite expensive a lot more than I thought and would ever want to pay. We did find a couple of cheaper bars and mainly drank in them. This one bar had a drink called a 'hand grenade' it was a really sweet concoction that had crushed ice and didn't taste like it had any alcohol in but we were assured that it was actually quite strong. On the plus side there was a band playing in the back with only two members but if you didn't look you would have thought it was a whole band. They were playing covers, some good some bad but it was a nice thing to have on in the background. They had a small cloth hanging from the ceiling with these tiny little plastic grenades in. we must have been pretty drunk by now as we had been drinking a lot at the hostel and it was probably our third bar so far on Bourbon st. I found a cup full of these little plastic grenades and we just went at it, trying all sorts of throws to try and get the grenades into the cloth. Most of the bar joined in and there was soon little plastic grenades flying all over the bar, even the bar maid was getting in on the action.