"Don't you realize the worlds going to end?" screams some drunk girl in your direction.

"Sure, inevitably," you respond.

"So, you admit that it's inevitable."

"Well, yeah, I mean I think the sun's scheduled to go nova in a few million, or maybe billion years."

"Iiiiiii!!!!! the worlds coming to an end!" screams the drunk right in you ear.

You see a parade off in the distance.

If you want to wander out of the French Quarter and into down town click here.

If you want to check out the Alligator Parade click here.

If you want to keep hanging out on Bourbon Street click here.