About this Monkey Tale
Submitted by Paul Rodkey
So last week was my buddies bachelor party. Eight of us flew to New Orleans. Let me tell you...It’s Mardis Gras every night there. So many things happened I could go on forever. But my story is about the night I thought I was going to become a homeless guy.
We are all drinking. I love Victory so I had a few Golden Monkeys on top of shot starting at 8 am. We end up on Bourbon St. My buddies go in this bar and for some reason, I didn’t. Well, I woke up to a car horn and someone saying I "can’t sleep here". I was very confused.
I looked around and off in the distance was the city. Like far away. I had no idea how I got to where I was. And my phone and wallet were both gone. I didn’t even know our address. I walked in the direction of the city. Hours go by. I’m worried I’m going to be a homeless guy in New Orleans. I walk and walk. People are already drinking. I finally find Bourbon Street. I walk more and I make it back! I was gone for 7 hours!! I was so far away. And luckily I made it. RESPECT THE MONKEY.