Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Day of Atonement

I’m back from the Dirty South, The Crescent City, The Big Sleazy, N’Awlins Louisiana, and I’m not quite mentally recovered yet. Four days and nights of partying in that town will take it out of you. The scene at the airport on Monday is always pretty comical, with half the people responsibly suffering their way back into the sober world and the other half of us laughing it up in the airport bar, leaving the suffering for Tuesday – today – the Day Of Atonement – the DOA. Luckily, I was spared work on the DOA and was able to mill around my apartment by myself and listen to music. Not a bad exit strategy. I took about 70 photos (including an absurd amount on the first full day/night when I decided to catalog every drink I consumed (what am I - 19?)), and so I won’t show all of them, but here is a brief photo diary:

Here’s Tim transcending his body on the first night. He later got in a heated stare-down with his pillow (Dude v Pillow).

The first beer I documented – the coveted Pilsner Urquel.

Beer v Port-a-Potty.

This is taken from the gin and tonic’s perspective. Poor little guy. Probably hung on for a mile or two, but in the end it was too much for him.

The goer cocktail.

Christian, Didi, and Maria join the party in time for the tequila shots at Molly’s.

Adam catching a nap at the pizza/movie bar.

Me, the seersuckers, and the 2 by 4 that I carried around to the bars on Frenchmen’s Street. I don’t know.

This is actually a remarkably accurate documentation of the last beer of the night.

The gang, enjoying some Crawfish Monica at the Fairgrounds.

Love this photo. These people actually got married on the Gospel Stage between sets. Extra points if you can guess what Adam is saying.

We ran into some people that hang out at the Plough and Stars and this is one of them celebrating finding a Fosters amidst a pile of Miller Lites.

An artist at the Radiators show.

blah blah blah dippity DOO!

Evelyn’s Place – classic southern waterin’ hole. I’ve been getting gumbo and muffalettas there for years – from Evelyn at night and Frank during the day – a couple of real characters. This year we mention to Evelyn that we’re from Massachusetts and she says “oh really? Frank’s from Pittsfield”. I nearly fell off my stool.

Tim and I nightcapping off Round … not sure … at Jimani’s.

Local boy done good: Sterling’s own playing with YMSB at Jazzfest.

Didi, chillin’ with a bowl of Crawfish Etouffee at the YMSB show.

Big Daddy Kane carving it up at the Congo Square stage.

Big Crawdaddy lying on the ground as the festival ended.

Maria on Bourbon Street in her new boa.

Tim on another street with her new boa.

Second to last call.

Last call for JazzFest 06. That's either the bar or my head.

see you next year, New Orleans.

[photos by me and akboognish]


Dearest Cupcake said...

You know I am a big fan of the seersucker pants (you need a jacket to go with) - and with a 2x4 you're such a thug! Irish boys. They drink you know. I guess that would make you a hooligan, not a thug (which is also the root of one of my favorite words: hooliganism). What disturbed me was the beer in the food or drink in the loo! it's filthy!

Dan said...

The suit was pretty expensive and would have taken longer to get tailored than I had before I needed to bust out the suckers, so I went for the pants. Apparently, you're not supposed to wear them at night. I swear I don't understand some southern customs. Like voting against your personal and economic best interests for the folksy war mongering rich guy. Never got that one either.

As for the beer in the port-a-potty, I'll defer to Goethe: “All that is noble is in itself of a quiet nature, and appears to sleep until it is aroused and summoned forth by contrast.”

Duffless said...

I see some 3$ beers in there, but I'll let it pass this time.

Dan said...

yeah, but there were some $1.75 beers as well, so it all evens out in the end.

Anonymous said...

Ok, so no one wrote to guess what Adam is saying in that picture, so I'm going to go out on a limb and hazard that it's "YEAH!" perhaps further illuminated with "All RIGHT!"-
so my full guess is,
"YEAH, all RIGHT!!"


Dan said...

oooh, I'm sorry. We were actually looking for "Epic! Epic! Your outfits are totally kicking my ass!"

Anonymous said...

I'm gonna totally kick YOUR ass.

He's clearly saying "YEAH!" Look at the photo closely. Maybe it's "YEAH! This beer is AWESOME. This beer is totally epically kicking my ASS!"

Anyway, how can V-Trap Nation rely on your verification of what he was saying when we have this carefully documented evidience of you being quite clearly pie-eyed up and down the Big Easy (and the airport) for the entire trip (including time spent in the toilette)?

Dan said...

Because I like you, I'm going to offer you the opportunity to select your own punishment for the next time I see you:

If you fail to select one, you will receive two of the listed - my choice

Anonymous said...

what about the "you guys are beautiful! I love you" that was certainly in there someplace, along with "you just got married in the goddamned gospel tent? you're fucking kidding me!"

you might think I have a leg up on this debate, but that was not the first beer of the day...


Anonymous said...

Um, I'd like the banana skin deviation prank please.

Yes, I can hear Keats now telling the newlyweds that they are beautiful and that they must be fucking kidding him. If you look at the picture you can see that this is definitely what he's saying...


Dan said...

mystery solved. With that look on the guy's face, that must have been what he said.

you're getting a swirlie, jones.

Brian said...

Not to get too far off topic, but do all peoplw who hang out at ploug and stars wear fanny packs? Is that ground zero for the re-emergence of that fashion trend?

Dan said...

yes, but in this case I believe they're called Emergency Beer Packs and they contain a lone Mickey's Big Mouth. "Unzip in case of shakes."