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Matt (our waiter) calls us a taxi and we go back to the hotel. We each go to our rooms and change into our costumes.
I kind of cheated. I wore the dress that I had worn to dinner and just threw on a vampire cape and a black and red veil. Voila, I was a vampire bride.
(I didn’t delete the red eyes cause they add to the effect). I had originally planned to wear my vow renewal dress, but the reports of the filthy streets scared me into a change of wardrobe.
Zung changed into his tux jacket and he went as my vampire groom. (We should have gotten vampire teeth).
We went down to the lobby to wait for the boys (because we always have to wait for the boys).
Take note of my shoes. I picked a pair that I wouldn’t mind throwing away if I had to. But I have to dispel this myth right now. The streets were fine. We would see them hosing them off every morning. These shoes will be fine to be worn again. They are about a 2 – 2 1/2 inch heel. I used to think they were so high and sexy. Now I think they look almost matronly.
The boys joined us and we headed for Bourbon Street. It was only a half a block away. And it was CRAZY!
There was a heavy and obvious police presence.
Which resulted in a huge crowd that was probably mostly drunk, but under control.
We walked for a while until I decided we needed to try the famous Hurricanes I’d heard so much about. We went into a place that advertised them and the boys and I got one each. I opted for the large size because they came with handles and I opted for the frozen, which made me very glad I had the handle. Who knew there would be so many choices?
There is a guy standing there and he asks me what I am. I’m thinking this must be his conversation starter, because I didn’t think it was that hard to guess. He said he’d written a book about vampires and wanted to take my picture with it. Then we asked him to take a picture of the four of us. I let Patrick’s eyes stay red cause it’s just so right. He was a gangster and Nicholas was a pirate.
The drinks were super sweet and didn’t taste like it had much alcohol in it. It snuck up on me. It was a drunk that took a while for me to feel and then took a while to go away. We only made it through half our respective cups before we threw them away. It gave me a red tongue, which I thought gave my vampire costume authenticity.
When we walked out of the bar (I hesitate to call it that, because it was really a grab and go type of drink place), there was a guy standing there with a sword in his crotch. I stared at it, because, well, it was hard not to. The guy looked at me and the boys, and said, “Yeeeaaaa Mom. You got it going on. You got it going on. Sarah Palin ain’t got nothin’ on you.” I burst out laughing. It was so funny. I didn’t mind being told I “had it going on” but wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the Sarah Palin reference. Especially since I’m no fan.
There were lots of great costumes.
The Stormtroopers were a hit.
There were interesting sites along the way.
I didn’t go into this club, but I should have.
Check out the dude with the microphone. He was with the Raven Street Church. Proselytizing on Bourbon Street on Halloween. I would give them credit for optimism, if they hadn’t been telling us we were all going to go to hell.
This picture is very dark, but the woman was topless. Just hanging out on the balcony, half naked. She was drawing quite a crowd.
We stopped at an outdoor jazz park. It was crowded too, but we found a table. A waitress came around and I figured we could only kept the table if we ordered something, so I ordered another drink NOLA is famous for, a Ramos Gin Fizz. It was creamy and mildly sweet.
Nicholas told me he thought I’d had enough to drink, and he and Patrick drank it. Nicholas also told me to expect a hangover because the Hurricane had been so sweet. It was still having an ever increasing effect on me.
We decided to call it a night. The boys, obviously, were not done. However, Nicholas said he would walk us back to the hotel. I told him we’d be fine, it was just up the street, how much trouble could we get in? He said, “Famous last words.”
I convinced him we would be fine walking back one block by ourselves, being grown-ups and all. He said, “Text me when you get back to your room.” The irony of this was not lost on me.
We got back to the room and my drunk was still increasing, so I couldn’t even read. I just went to sleep. It was only 11 pm. Weak.
The boys went to Frenchman’s street, famous for its jazz clubs. There must not have been a heavy police presence there. Nicholas took this picture of drunk people jumping on this car. He said it was more out of control than Bourbon.
I thoroughly enjoyed the experience of Bourbon Street on Halloween. It was different and amazing and I was glad I’d done it. It hadn’t been on my bucket list, but it was now. And crossed off, all at once! I’m nothing if not efficient.
We were only just getting started!