Il Baron wrote:Sambient wrote:Weather forecasts that had been looking good leading into the event have changed. There have been several thunderstorms today. I've soaked one change of clothes because umbrellas are a useless prospect when faced with this sort of downpour. It, alas, was not an isolated incident.
I've been in New Orleans for some downpours and have been the victim of fairly epic flash street-flooding. Being soaked to your socks sucks.
Looks like there's rain in the forecast every day, Mexico style.
My sweet blue Chucks, though they've been on the bathroom counter to dry for over twenty four hours now, are still soggy. These are new Chucks we're talkin', folks, I just bought these the day before I got on the plane. We haven't had a chance to really bond yet.
Now on to the bonding of the BCB kind.
Perhaps the trend going forward shall be a boat activity on the Friday of JUotAs going forward as this is the second year some of us have climbed on a boat to go on a tour. I'm so glad Rita found this particular swamp tour, it was superb. Egrets, we had a few. Alligators swimming rapidly toward us when our guide did a call, to accept marshmallows and a hot dog on a stick. It was all so magnificent. Now, operating under the information that yomp had shared about a bug-bitten fellow traveller on his visit, some of us were armed with insect repellant. I put on the industrial strength stuff that gave me an instant headache and sallied forth.
Thing is, according to our guide, and no one has any bites to prove otherwise, that the mosquitos are out at night, not during the day.
Oh the time I wasted running around looking for an appropriately carry-on sized insect repellant.
There are turtles that are called sliders. We saw snakes, an owl, and at some points the boat tearing through the water was a thrill ride to delight the juvenile likes of myself.
The van ride to and from, though at some points incredibly bumpy, afforded us more views of the area, including enduring evidence of Katrina. You don't really see much right around where we are.
The evening had us satisfying Martin's desire for some Cajun music. Cajun cooking went along with it. It was a rare place in that they were able to accommodate a party of our size immediately. And when our ranks grew, another table was pulled up.
Afterwards, finding a suitable bar was proving challenging. Wandering about the French Quarter, sometimes with no particular destination in mind, then a destination was chosen, only to find that the place was closed. Closed!? Mutherfuckin'
closed? What the fuck is a bar in the French Quarter doing closed on a Friday night???? More wandering, then some splintering.
Now one of the things about New Orleans is that it is legal to be consuming alcohol out on the street. You get a "to go cup", some sort of plastic vessel or other, usually a standard cup, but in the case of some kitschy named schitzo-alcoholed beverages you get a themed container. The street is a sea. Most of the time we were swimming against the tide.
Bourbon Street is a movable frat party. Some splintering of our ranks happened, I'm one of the ones who returned early, disposing my to go cup in favor of being able to walk. Not that the alcohol was incapacitating, but beer on my tank top is not how I care to accessorize.
BCB troops are still out there crawling the night. It's actually pretty early by revelling standards, but it was a long day and I want to do much tomorrow as well. I don't know that I'll be able to provide pics until I've returned home, I'll see what I can do.
Official jolly up location still to be determined, Lord help us.
Pre-jolly, or the warm up, has presented itself however. Because with Thursdays enduring rain there was a leak in Velvis' room, he was upgraded to a suite, now dubbed Suite Georgia Brown.
I'm giving up on being awake. There's still glitter eyeliner to be removed before I pour myself, full belly included, into the awaiting bed.
Instead of reading about this stuff, you fuckers should all be here. Each and every one of you. Then you can defend yourselves when we talk some shit about you.