Wow, people really wanted those plastic beads! I still don’t really understand the draw, but everyone treated them like some rare and precious commodity.
Women and men went to great lengths to acquire bead necklaces from random strangers (while, of course, ignoring the piles of shiny strings littering the ground underfoot). Bare breasts were plentiful, but a lot of guys were also unzipping their pants and offering to showcase their junk for a little jewelry action.
On one hand the free-spiritedness and general lack of inhibitions was great, but on the other hand I quickly grew tired of douchbros (my new term for douchbag frat bros) imploring every passing female to “show us your boooooooooobs!”
You, sir, are neither a gentleman nor a scholar, so I will do no such thing.