Booty Shaking with the Girls
Driving to the Marigny should not have been so convoluted, and we should not--repeat, should not--have driven through the French Quarter in order to get there, but we were giggly women and made it so. As the masses of drunk white people swarmed around the car upon approaching Bourbon, I giggled less and rolled up my window, sinking lower in the seat. We could not penetrate the sea of drunkards to cross the street out of there. But then, a black drag queen dressed like Tina Turner flashed in front of the car with a whistle in her mouth, arms outstretched to stop the pedestrian traffic on either side of her. She proceeded to dance, turned around, and slapped her be-thonged azz plumb onto the hood of the car, much to our delight. We hooted and hollered, gave her a dollar, and were granted the right to cross. Totally worth getting lost.
We went to Lost Love Lounge and ate hot Vietnamese food under red lighting. I had a noodle salad with battered and fried tofu on top, plus shrimp spring rolls, highlighted with the cool aromas of cilantro and anise.
We had iced coffees at Flora Cafe afterward. A large, old, cantankerous cat sat in one of the chairs, and I took a seat next to him to say hi. He sniffed my hand for a minute, promptly jumped down, and sat by the front door, looking out, wanting so little to do with me that he actually wanted to leave the building. The staff just laughed at him and said he sometimes swats at you for no reason, so at least I had some dignity intact. I saw a sign for a cat phrase I had never heard: "If you want the best seat in the house, move the cat." Whether through physical or psychological means, apparently.
We walked by Venusian Gardens, where I'm getting married, but the blinds were drawn, so we couldn't see the neon jellyfish.
Next was my first Mod Dance Party, tonight celebrating both its twelfth year and the departure of one of its deejays, Kristin. We got there early and were able to chat with our friend, the other deejay, Matty. We were also the first on the dance floor and let loose. The place quickly filled with kids dressed in mod-inspired garb, each holding either a PBR or High Life, knees bent and twisting. The next day was the first Saints game of the season, and we saw a lady wearing pretty much nothing but gold glitter and a feather headpiece. Once we found it so crowded that dance moves were vertical only, we left.
Wendy Destruction was having a birthday party at d.b.a. with Quintron and Miss Pussycat. We arrived just as they started playing my favorite song of theirs, "Waterfall." They are loads of fun. We hung out, and I drank a Skull Splitter.
We swung by Circle Bar to see if we could catch any of the bands we knew, but they were finished. We got hugs for showing up, anyway.
The breeze was nice at that point in the night, the first real shot of coolness for the impending autumn, my favorite time of year. My birthday is in one week, my wedding in six. It is a good time. Except that the Saints lost today 'cause they can't tackle worth a darn, but oh, well.
We went to Lost Love Lounge and ate hot Vietnamese food under red lighting. I had a noodle salad with battered and fried tofu on top, plus shrimp spring rolls, highlighted with the cool aromas of cilantro and anise.
We had iced coffees at Flora Cafe afterward. A large, old, cantankerous cat sat in one of the chairs, and I took a seat next to him to say hi. He sniffed my hand for a minute, promptly jumped down, and sat by the front door, looking out, wanting so little to do with me that he actually wanted to leave the building. The staff just laughed at him and said he sometimes swats at you for no reason, so at least I had some dignity intact. I saw a sign for a cat phrase I had never heard: "If you want the best seat in the house, move the cat." Whether through physical or psychological means, apparently.
We walked by Venusian Gardens, where I'm getting married, but the blinds were drawn, so we couldn't see the neon jellyfish.
Next was my first Mod Dance Party, tonight celebrating both its twelfth year and the departure of one of its deejays, Kristin. We got there early and were able to chat with our friend, the other deejay, Matty. We were also the first on the dance floor and let loose. The place quickly filled with kids dressed in mod-inspired garb, each holding either a PBR or High Life, knees bent and twisting. The next day was the first Saints game of the season, and we saw a lady wearing pretty much nothing but gold glitter and a feather headpiece. Once we found it so crowded that dance moves were vertical only, we left.
Wendy Destruction was having a birthday party at d.b.a. with Quintron and Miss Pussycat. We arrived just as they started playing my favorite song of theirs, "Waterfall." They are loads of fun. We hung out, and I drank a Skull Splitter.
We swung by Circle Bar to see if we could catch any of the bands we knew, but they were finished. We got hugs for showing up, anyway.
The breeze was nice at that point in the night, the first real shot of coolness for the impending autumn, my favorite time of year. My birthday is in one week, my wedding in six. It is a good time. Except that the Saints lost today 'cause they can't tackle worth a darn, but oh, well.