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Post-Halloween Thoughts and Opinions

The only difference between New Orleans during Mardi Gras and New Orleans during Halloween is that there are no parades on Halloween. Eventually this oversight will be corrected, but aside from this one slight anomoly, the average person wouldn't be able to tell the two days apart.

Well, there is the matter of the size of the crowds. During Mardi Gras, the entire French Quarter is filled with people, along with Canal Street. This Halloween, only Bourbon Street and a few side streets were filled with people. Canal Street did have a heavier than usual number walking about, and you would occasionally find clumps of folks on Royal, Chartres, Decatur and Dauphine, but not the crushing mass of (in)humanity that accompanies Mardi Gras.

This year in particular folks seemed to be out in costume quite a bit. There were your usual collections of angels and demons, neko-mimis and bunnygirls, southern belles and tavern wenches. Fairy and butterfly wings seemed to be in vogue with the 20's crowd. Male costumes ran the gambit as well, from the one walking around in a flight suit to the refugees from Delta House, from Fred Flintstone to dapper gents in top hat and tails.

Naturally, I viewed all of this with a jaded eye. The state of dress (or in some cases, near-undress) that went past hardly made any real impression on me. Having lived here in New Orleans for so long, you tend to take most all of the insanity in stride. Or at least, with a bit of amusement (and a few tablets of aspirins as well.)

This Halloween seemed more active than usual. We had the Voodoo Music Fest, The Samhain Ball at the Contemporary Arts Center, the Steel Ponies gathering of bikers at Zephyr Field, the usual descending by the goths, visigoth, ostagoths and protogoths for the Anne Rice Vampire Ball (or whatever they're calling it)... and that's just what I can recall off the top of the head. Not to mention every bar holding some kind of Halloween costume contest...

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Could someone explain why getting drunk and asking like a total ass is viewed as 'fun?' It's not like having the parts of the brain that control rational thought being intentionally pickled can be viewed as 'fun.' I've never been drunk in my time on this planet (this go around), nor do I have any real pressing desire to. Given the pressure of the last year being unemployed and finding no work locally would drive a normal person towards the bottle, but I suppose that I've managed to avoid that trap.

It helps that you've got a few good examples to keep you from considering it. Ah well...

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Two and a half weeks and counting to Ft. Walton Beach, Florida. Do I sound happy that I'm leaving New Orleans?

Damn skippy I am.

New Orleans is a nice place to visit for about 30 minutes, but you don't want to try and live here. The job market is the absolute pits unless you want to work in the 'hospitality' or 'tourism' categories and make maybe a dollar over minimum. It's no wonder the hotels are fighting the unionization of employees. In this one instance I'm for a union... if just to get fair treatment and fair pay. Most of the time I think unions are a form of organized thievery, taking money from the workers and telling them how much they get in benefits. After some 20+ years when you find out the board of directors skipped the country and absconded with the pension fund.

All right, enough rantings...


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Nov. 4th, 2002 05:20 am (UTC)
Halloween on Bourbon St.
"Ahh, Bourbon Street. Such history. Da French, da Spanish, da Italians..."

"Da t**s." : from a "Vic & Nat'ly" cartoon that appeared in this month's Offbeat.

Show us your...history?
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