Back when I was 22 or so, I made a road trip to New Orleans one summer. I got a hotel room on Dauphine that was $27.55 per night. I remember that only because that was the address of my office back home. I wanted to be able to hit Bourbon street, and be able to stagger back to the hotel and not have to drive.
I entered Bourbon street and managed to find a bar. I walked in and the bouncer said it was a two drink minimum to get a seat. So I ordered two beers. I took my first sip and a stripper came on stage that did not quite look right. I started looking around and noticed a lot of um ladies that were a bit off of my standards. It finally dawned on me it was a bunch of guys dressed as women.
I chugged two beers, and boogied out the door.
I did manage to find some good restaurants and bars and managed to get pretty drunk, things important to me back then. Now I can't remember the last time I was drunk. It has been many decades.