Confession in the French Quarter on Fat Tuesday

jollybeggar said... don miller writes in his book 'blue like jazz' of a bunch of well-intentioned college students who set up a confessional in the centre of their campus during the college's annual 'mardi-gras-type' celebration of bacchanalean excess. as the over-sexed, over-served and otherwise stoned beyond recognition students wandered into the booth to brag of how bad they had been, they were surprised to be confessed TO. the students running the booth confessed to being poor examples of love and truth and acceptance- in short, poor examples of 'christianity.'


Marcythewhore says: As many times as I’ve gotten low down in the French Quarter of New Orleans I never came up with such a brilliant plan as to open up a confessional . I’ve run plenty of massage parlors in New Orleans, but a confessional? Well, when you stop to think about it, a massage parlor is something like a confessional. But none of my customers ever mistook me for clergy…………marcythewhore