Dirk Dietrich was dancing nude (for tips) at the Rawhide bar in New Orleans for Southern Decadence. I handed him a ten dollar bill and asked if I could suck his cock. He shrugged, squatted down and I sucked him for about a minute. My partner got a taste too. Then I realized that while I was dickstracted my wallet was lifted out of my front pocket. No ID, credit card for the rest of the trip. First bar we hit after checking into the hotel. Thankfully my partner was able to pay for everything. No ID to get on the return flight. Printed bank and mortgage statements for TSA. They didn't care about the documents, but at the last minute packing, I stuck a prescription bottle in my pocket. I pulled it out and it got me through security.