Sorry this is so late I have an art show next week and I am swamped preparing for it but you are all invited and I will bring flyers to class. Is that a good title for a story?

One time a friend of mine was in front of Hank's 24 hour corner store on St Claude drinking herself into a pre-party mardi gras haze and messing with whoever walked by. Most of the people who walked by were her friends and neighbors. They understood that she was simply celebrating in her own special way and they smiled and clinked their 40's against her's in toasting fashion. Unfortunately, two of the men who walked by were police officers. She made the mistake of misinterpreting their shiny blue uniforms for something funnier and complimented them on the authenticity of their costumes. Naturally, they were infuriated and threatened to arrest her for a whole laundry list of crimes. Public drunkenness, disorderly conduct, loitering etc. She began to panic at the thought of missing the Eris parade later that night. She had been involved in preparing a float for it and had a stash of Molly tucked away which she'd been saving specifically for the event. It would be too good to miss. Luckily, just before the fateful bracelets were cuffed to her wrists she remembered something of great importance. With a slight smile she reached her hand into her pocket. Of course the officers began to yell and protest but before they could mistake the gesture as a threat she removed her hand and presented them with a Monopoly Card. "Get Out of Jail Free" it read, and so, they let her go.