If public intoxication in a skeevy area disqualifies one for office later in life, I sure hope nobody finds out about that college road trip I made to New Orleans circa 1995...
I had a very good reason for chasing that lizard in the French Quarter, I’ll have you know...
To the best of your knowledge, how large was the lizard and what color was it? Also, was it accompanied by any snakes, and of what size and color. BTW I was once dubbed “the Patron Saint of the Linen Growler”. Looks like this thread is rapidly degenerating to old college fraternity days, always hilarious and usually obscene.
It is not only completely legal, but encouraged that you drink in public in New Orleans. So you committed no crime even if you felt naughty doing that.