I can't say I get the "boob flash in exchange for beads" tradition that has always been so popular down in New Orleans especially during Mardi Gras. Don't women understand: it's just a string of plastic beads?
Admittedly, I've never been on Bourbon Street for Fat Tuesday. But I did make it down for the Jazz Fest festivities one year. And, yes, I thought New Orleans was incredibly exciting and one of the most fun cities that I've ever visited. And, yes, some of my friends may have been unable to resist the temptation to expose their chests for a free necklace. But I never felt the urge to do the same, and I haven't regretted my decision even once.
So, please, explain it to me: What the heck is the allure of getting half-naked for beads?
(Oh, and according to Nola.com, the best way to get free beads is to attend the Mardi Gras parade because float-riders throw them out into the crowd. No flashing necessary. Just something to keep in mind.)
I create a special savings account
I put a little away at a time
I cut corners until I can afford it
Save? Who has money to save?
I plan to put it on my credit card and love the benefits of the reward program