At the Ace Hardware yesterday, the cashier had 10 one dollar bills pinned to her chest. Most people outside of New Orleans may not know what to do or say about that, but I took a dollar bill out of my wallet and said Happy Birthday.
Since we are all getting recession minded, thrifty and thinking more about austerity measures than all out spending, I wanted to highlight the FREE things that occurred in just one day in the life of a Bayou St. John resident. 1) Morning coffee on the front porch with dog. 2) Walk through City Park with lover, dog, and dog-friend. 3) Canoe ride: 4) International Biennial– Musical PaddleBoat Installation: 5) Prospect .1 – Alligator Installation 6)…
A chance to costume? To dance? To drink in the streets? To have a parade? You’re kidding me right? New Orleans wrote the book on this behavior. Below witness our friends performing Thriller in the Marigny. They paraded through the Quarter and Marigny stopping every hour to do this:
Remember at the Vagina Monologues when Eve wanted us to take back our language, take back the word “cunt” Well, last night, on Halloween we did. Here is a good shot of Cunt Dracula and her victim du jour:
Last night, we handed out candy to the trick or treaters and J brought toothbrushes and toothpaste for them. Most of the kids have already been brainwashed, they were like, “yeah, we need to brush after all this candy.” Not to say they weren’t thrilled to get a toothbrush – who knew? – but one kid says to me after I hand him a travel size toothpaste and orange brush, “Hey, you don’t got electric…
Standing in the Marigny last night, a woman says to a couple of friends, “So he steals my car and when he brings it back, Louis’ ashes are in the backseat.”
The whole world of Libras was unknown to me till recently and now I’m surrounded by them. They’re charismatic little imps and big pranksters. I know several that are guilty of pumpkin theft and carving – P, N, and L to name a few. Roy doesn’t count – he fessed up to the Hebe-o-Lantern. I think pumpkins bring out the most of Libras – after all it is their birthday month, partially, that is all…
We went to 820 North Rampart Street or now known as Tonique last night for a cocktail. I was trying to show off some of my favorite haunts to an out of towner. We walked into an empty bar and I said, things are happening in here. Then the bartender turned into CUJO about my comment and we were so turned off we instantly left. I walked down the street and heard from service people…
Loca dressed up like Obama-dog and Arlene as a lobster and their slogan for the canine costume parade was A Lobster in Every Pot! Honestly, the whole event was a little disconcerting as Arlene tried to leap out of the cart and Loca tried to eat Cashew, the Yorkie in a tutu. Thankfully, a colleague was in town to help me keep the mayhem to a dull roar. Yet, I was awakened early this morning…
My pumpkins are all thoroughly carved and ready for tonight – Happy Halloween! But there is debt to pay, these carver(s) seek fame and glory, albeit secondary, from THE BLOG, so in honor of their skill and cunning, below is Haiku for Pumpkin Prankster: Pumpkins from front porch Abducted, carved then returned Mystery now solved