Bourbon Street-Before/After. Which is which?

Be warned—you have to call it Nu Oarleans or people will think you are a tourist. But, to be perfectly honest when we arrived at 10 pm on a Saturday night we could have called it Chicago and the Bourbon street crowd would not have complained. Our first sober impressions of Bourbon street was—we are way too sober. Running through beads being thrown off the balconies—we were able to duck into the first semi quiet bar to get a drink. Within, three seconds we were trying to convince a group of men that we were transsexuals just out for a couple of quiet drinks. However, due to the blessings that God gave us-they were not easily convinced. We sauntered onto our next bar and arrived with only a couple of bruises from beads (yes, they do throw them even if you do not show anything). We met a lovely bartender who had a mix between a New York and Southern accent. We had a very civilized evening sipping martinis and wandered home at a very respectable hour (sorry y’all my Mom reads this).