Got some really, ridiculouslyl late photos from Halloween to show off my Charlie Chaplin costume. Correction, make that one [1] photo. I guess I was too busy focusing on some form of alcohol or another to realize that no one was documenting my costume... which is, of course, half the fun. After all, without those photos, how do look back in twenty years and say, "Hey, remember when so & so dressed as a radio tuner?"
Actually, the "focusing on some form of alcohol" is a bit of an understatement. Though I remember most of the night, let's just say that my BAC was aiding my performance as "the tramp." In fact, I ended up sleeping on my friend's couch (the one who is pictured here as Cleopatra). I awoke after seven hours of sleep seeking my own bed for yet another seven hours of sleep. And though I was not quite ready to be vertical, I stood up and began dressing to leave. It was then that I realized 2 things:
1. I had no extra clothes with me. I was going to have to be Charlie Chaplin for a little bit longer.
2. I have to wear my hat. Otherwise, I'll look like a homeless Hitler. Perfect.
So I stumble to my car, drive home, stumble out of my car and face plant into my own bed... my face still adorned with half a mustache and tons of eyeliner. New Orleans nightlife: 1, Me: 0.
Since then, the air has cooled significantly. So much so, that we've been forced to use our heater. It's my understanding that a "heater" is something people use up North when it snows or something. Typically, when it gets cold here, you just turn off the air conditioner. Definitely strange having another step involved.
Also been hitting up the 80s night. One Eyed Jacks in the quarter. It's pretty awesome since they start out the night (when the dancing starts picking up) playing stuff like Joy Division (like this), Gang of Four (like this) and some lesser known New Order (like this). Of course, by the time midnight rolls around and the place is really hopping, they start playing the standards that really gets the (now more greek-life-inclined and drunk) crowd hopping. I can't believe I'm saying this, but this song is almost dead to me. Almost.
Oh, and this pic is a ridiculous shot of me and my buddy breaking from our dance moves and posing as... well, your guess is as good as mine. I really like this pic and, if I had a band, it would definitely make an appearance on an album cover... right. But first I have to learn to play something other than the kazoo.
peace.
Actually, the "focusing on some form of alcohol" is a bit of an understatement. Though I remember most of the night, let's just say that my BAC was aiding my performance as "the tramp." In fact, I ended up sleeping on my friend's couch (the one who is pictured here as Cleopatra). I awoke after seven hours of sleep seeking my own bed for yet another seven hours of sleep. And though I was not quite ready to be vertical, I stood up and began dressing to leave. It was then that I realized 2 things:
1. I had no extra clothes with me. I was going to have to be Charlie Chaplin for a little bit longer.
2. I have to wear my hat. Otherwise, I'll look like a homeless Hitler. Perfect.
So I stumble to my car, drive home, stumble out of my car and face plant into my own bed... my face still adorned with half a mustache and tons of eyeliner. New Orleans nightlife: 1, Me: 0.
Since then, the air has cooled significantly. So much so, that we've been forced to use our heater. It's my understanding that a "heater" is something people use up North when it snows or something. Typically, when it gets cold here, you just turn off the air conditioner. Definitely strange having another step involved.
Also been hitting up the 80s night. One Eyed Jacks in the quarter. It's pretty awesome since they start out the night (when the dancing starts picking up) playing stuff like Joy Division (like this), Gang of Four (like this) and some lesser known New Order (like this). Of course, by the time midnight rolls around and the place is really hopping, they start playing the standards that really gets the (now more greek-life-inclined and drunk) crowd hopping. I can't believe I'm saying this, but this song is almost dead to me. Almost.
Oh, and this pic is a ridiculous shot of me and my buddy breaking from our dance moves and posing as... well, your guess is as good as mine. I really like this pic and, if I had a band, it would definitely make an appearance on an album cover... right. But first I have to learn to play something other than the kazoo.
peace.
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Happy 2009, sweetie...