Meanwhile, along Bourbon Street in New Orleans, Heidi and several of her dormitory friends were exploring the bars which, at the time, still allowed anyone eighteen years and older to purchase mixed drinks in addition to beer, which would remain legal after the law would be changed, years later, by the state of Louisiana, in order to maintain federal highway funding.
"This is wild!" Heidi said. "I thought Cole was wild, but I've never seen anything like this!"
"Well, take a look over there," said Barbara, Heidi's roommate from Slidell. "Have you ever seen a guy so good looking?"
From a distance, Heidi at first thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. After all, this was the "big city," and it could have been anyone. Upon closer inspection, though, it was whom she thought. He was alone. He wore tight, bell bottom jeans, a tank top, and tennis shoes. Though he had a can of beer in his hand, he was not staggering.
"What's the matter, Heidi?" asked Abby, another friend from the dorm.
Not answering, Heidi stopped. She locked eyes with the young man, who also stopped.
"You look like you just lost your best friend!" exclaimed Barbara.
"No, I just found the one I thought I'd lost," cried Heidi who, within minutes, was in a tight embrace with Rick Morris.
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