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]