a day reserved for commemorating those who died doing service for their country makes me crave beer and potato salad. how crass. I guess bbq’s and $4 gas is our way of thanking dead soldiers for keeping us free. A friend of mine, when asked what she was doing for the long weekend, answered “going to the graveyard”. the graveyard? is that some new goth bar?
no *ahem*. apparently that is what you are supposed to do on memorial day, put flowers on graves in remembrance to those who died serving our nation. whoops. bbq’s should start taking place in cemeteries–then maybe the reason for this whole holiday would make a little more sense to people like me who just get it confused with Labor Day.
Sorry for the hiatus–I took a little trip to New Orleans.
left drops of love all over:
-fried green tomato casserole at Cochron (I dont remember if that is the correct name of the place)
-wrought iron & ivy
-Creole Cheesecake from Irene’s (haven’t stopped thinking about it since Saturday)
-horses wearing flowery hats
-Bloody Mary’s with spicy beans
-Kermit Ruffins and the Barbeque Swingers-and all the musicians wailing their souls out. When The Saints Go Marching In–is Everywhere in this city
-drinks to go. Nothing, NOTHING beats drinking alcohol from a styrofoam cup and strolling thru the French Quarter
-watching people walk sideways down Bourbon St.
-open doors and windows–no bugs
-peeled paint and run-down shutters
-furniture dusted with powdered sugar at Cafe Du Monde–could be a scene in Charlie & The Chocolate Factory 
I know the pictures looks like a table drenched in bird shit but it really is powdered sugar. The beignets come 3 to a plate (for one order at $1.82) staggered with a mound of powdered sugar. The sugar has a way of dusting your surroundings– you can spot a recent beignet eater by the white smudges on their pants and the sugary freckling on their faces.
all in all New Orleans is a charming place. America doesn’t have the age that Eurpoean or Middle Eastern countries have–our architecture doesn’t go back thousands of years like Greece and Egypt. Visiting New Orleans gave me a sense of history, time didn’t affect this place. Other cities grew and rebuilt but New Orleans kept their narrow streets and sweet little townhomes–I don’t think some places have been painted since the 1700’s.
Sunday was an interesting day. For one, there was sunshine and for two, Main St. was closed and we got to stand in the middle of the intersection. But only after all the gigantic and grotesque puppets from Festifool danced by.
A lady across the street was walloped in the head by one of the bungeeing jugs attached to this extremely female puppet. Read the rest of this entry »
everyone knows that halloween is a time for women to dress up like sluts. little girls who used to be princesses and cinderella are now naughty nurses and witches clad in sheer mini skirts. i’d like to see that witch hop onto a broom; there isn’t a single brew or eye of newt to remove that kind of splinter.
here is my predicament: I don’t want to dress up, I find it corny. The amount of work involved in finding/buying/making the costume is wasted time–it’s like spending a whole bunch of money on garbage bags, they are made to be trash and get thrown away. it’s not like you hold onto them or even reuse them. why invest? much like halloween.
going to a halloween costume party without a costume is also a retarded thing to do.
hi, i’m the asshole who is too good to look like the kind of asshole who dresses up for halloween.
i can never think of what to go as. obviously nothing that would cause me to get a splinter in my snatch, nothing that requires me to worry about my boobs accidentally being exposed, and nothing that is a shortened, transparent, sleazy rendition of an actual uniform.
for instance:
She’s a police woman who fights crime in fishnets and spiked heel knee high boots.
There is nothing like following the yellow brick road in her pleated porno skirt, all the better for the munchkins to see up oh, and toto is her bitch.
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