24 Hour Party People

Last Saturday my roommate, Amberly, was reading poetry at the UNO (Uni of New Orleans) bar, Handsome Willy's, so Linda (my other roomie) and I set off for the place about an hour before she was supposed to begin. Luckily so, because that gave us exactly enough time to aimlessly joyride around in the ghetto, drive in circles, and not be able to find this bar that we'd been to before to save our damn lives. Who says it's a good idea to locate your bar right under the interstate anyway? We finally got there once Linda called Dr.J and he was able to direct us properly. Amberly read some nice poems to us all and looked attractive backlit while cockroaches walked around in the space between she and us. Drinks were on Dr.J too, which made it all the MO BETTA.
Unfortunately, it was all of 1 million degrees with the 100% humidity and Linda and I had to beat it and go elsewhere to sit inside, plus not be freaked out by the claustrophobic UNO bar (and all of the UNO students located therein).
Finally, we got to The Saint at about 11pm or so. I like to think of The Saint as the Buster's of New Orleans, only cooler of course. It's the one bar uptown where all the cool kids hang out. Cute boys too. Oh, and a photobooth. Sometimes it's nice to have something tangible to show for a drunken evening.
Since we were without any of our boy friends we met some mens to chat with in virtually no time regardless of the resounding glare of my shiney forehead.(Seriously, it was hot.) Not only did we meet a nice fellow, with whom Linda immediately joined lips, whose sculptures are displayed throughout the city but we ALSO got to hang out with a couple men that the roommates and I dubbed The Cocaine Brothers. These men are probably the most attractive boys in all of New Orleans. Without fail, they always show up if you are in a cool bar, they are always drinking cocktails no matter what time of the early morning, they are always wearing eyeliner, and always dressed totally mod. I would bet that they don't even know what jeans are. Sooo attractive, those Cocaine Brothers! So, due to the consumption of drugs, alcohol and spending time with witty and attractive men it was probably 8:30 in the morning when we finally opened the door of The Saint in order to reenter the outside world. Being inside The Saint is like being inside a casino. There are no windows, always drinks and fun people all 'round, and you never want to leave. Time stands still in that bar. Unfortunately, the outside world keeps a' spinnin' and every damn time I walk out that door it's daylight. It never fails. Only this time we decided to then go to the French Quarter and go to some more bars. A clever disguise on Cocaine Tom's part for "going to get more drugs". I don't normally do the drugs at all and never do I do them at 9 in the morning. That's just a waste. Nevermind the fact that if I would have put another mind altering substance, legal or no, into my body at that point I would have been permanently brain damaged. But I still went. And goodness! those Cocaine Brothers have an awesome apt right on Decatur St. I need to start selling drugs too if that's where it gets you! Sheesh. We weren't long for the rest of that venture though. It was getting later and later and subsequently hotter and hotter. There aren't many things stranger (how 'bout wronger?) than still being out at 10am, walking around in the heat, all amidst tourists. Hopefully though Linda and I can track those Brothers down again this weekend. We'll certainly try our damnedest.
Oh, can anyone guess what I did all day on Sunday? Yes, I slept all day. And when I wasn't sleeping do you know what I was doing? Napping.
It sure was a Nawlins kinda weekend. Whew.