Bourbon street vs Sixth street

I went to New Orleans for the first time in my life and I had such a blast.  It came out of no where.  My boyfriend called and said "Let's go to New Orleans this weekend."  Neither of us are very spontaneous so it was amazing we decided to go.  I was so excited. There are so many things I have never seen or done there.  We stayed in the French Quarter across from Harrah's and everything was in walking distance.  If I lived in that city, I would be stick thin from all the walking and sweating in the heat. We got there late so, our first foray was to Bourbon street.  Being an egotistical Texan, I immediately thought how could this be much different than 6th street but how wrong I was.  There were old and young, all races and creeds. (especially the guy who stands there with his sign to save our souls)  I was surprised how many topless bars and an actual sex show was on Bourbon street. None of that on 6th.  I loved that even though it wasn't Mardi Gras, people were still throwing tons of beads and blowing bubbles from the upper levels of the buildings.  Everyone just seemed so happy.  I liked how you could walk in the street with your drink and dance to the different music, again not something allowed on 6th street.  When we first left our hotel and walked towards bourbon street, Thomas pulled my hand and I said "wait! will we get a jaywalking ticket?" He laughed and said "no they don't give those here."  I said "They sure do on sixth street. One thing that gives a point to sixth street is that it is clean. As much fun as Bourbon street is, there were piles and piles of horse poop everywhere and bags of garbage put on the street not behind the bars. It was such a fun place to be and everyone was so nice.  I know most of us in Austin hated people from other universities and a certain military base coming to our bars. That just wasnt the case on Bouborn street and a big shout out to the best bartender Heather at Beerfest ( the one closer to howl at the moon) She is hysterical. I also go to eat at several wonderful restaraunts and go to an old cemetery and on a steam boat. I can't wait to go back.