The one and only time I ever ventured near Bourbon on Mardi Gras weekend was when I was about 10, when I rode along with my sister when she drove down there to drop her roommate off at work at 9 am. The roommate worked at a boutique just off Bourbon, and of course was unable to take her own car to work because of the parking restrictions. Even then the street was foul.
I grew up mostly either riding or marching in parades, so I never really got to have a whole lot of effortless fun until I was old enough to go to the parties. In high school, every day of Mardi Gras weekend through Tuesday used to start for me with getting on a bus at 7 am, starting to march around 10, and not really getting off my feet until about 9 hours later, having marched at least 4 parades and repeatedly walked back around to the staging ground. (Endymion is *endless*, I swear.)