*hugs* I understand the feeling of shock. I'm from north Louisiana and so I have been to Nola a ton over the years, been to Mardi Gras there, took my honeymoon there...my mum's people came there about 5 generations back (Acadian French) and worked their way northward in the state. Such a magic place, our dirty lil jewel... ye gods, this is unbelievable :(
yah the news guy from the weather channel is sarting to bug me because he sounds like he is on a giant backpacking adventure or something, and the anchors in studio chat it up in those jovial tv-people voices. it's not real to them because they have never walked in jackson square or run across beach blvd
Or hung out with friends for hours in various pubs and clubs in the Quarter and 9th ward (I have to stop myself from calling it nightward)or...there's just so much. I remember this one irish pub, don't remember the name, that we always ended up in. Angie lived and ran a bar in 9th but knew the owners of the pub vaguely near the quarter...me and this random almost boheimian group of people would cram in the back and god knows what else. We leave there and go to this one guy's studio and well, that's classified but all of that is gone or is likely gone....I'll miss the pagan shoppe and the artists at the park and all the dirt, grime, energy and beauty...
Yeah...OZ...fucking OZ dude...I got groped by a Queen for the first time there...had alot of first there and 'cross the street...I have firsts sprinkled all over that ole girl... I feel for ya hon...
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the parade route on st. charles
sax players on the corners
fuckcrackers, as my friend toxico would say.
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I feel for ya hon...
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