Howie's Adventures in NOLA

This one should cause at least Spence to mark out; last night on Royal and Toulouse we ran into a dude in a full-blown Pikachu costume.  Howie got his picture taken with Pikachu; whenever he gets home, you should all join me in insisting it gets posted here.  And we should probably use that image for recruiting. 

-B.

I took a couple kickass pics tonight on my phone but I'm way too fried to figure out how to get them off of the phone right now.  Fun night of chillage.

Let me see how much shit I can remember... I, uh, was fucked up on a cocktail of meds before I even found Howie and his homegirl, so that's not necessarily a barometer of how hard we partied or whatever.  But I do remember there being bitches hula hooping fire.

Ok, so I remember Boondock Saint- oh yeah, it's fuckin PRIDE this weekend and since the Orlando shooting went down all the gay bars renamed themselves Pulse for the night so all the signs fucked me up everywhere.  Oh yeah, when I showed up Howie was already dressed in ironic hipsterish attire- this worked out perfectly, as I was planning on taking him and his homegirl down to the Marigny and that's pretty much the dress code there.

Went through a bunch of the 'haunted' shit in the 'Quarter and I ran that crap down (dead babies, vampires and chessboards that play themselves... oh my) and then we went to Frenchmen Street and hung out at 13 for a minute.  I mentioned it in the other thread, but... bears mentioning anytime, really: 13 on Frenchmen is pretty much the shit.  Frozen Irish Coffee.  Tachos- tater tots made into nachos.  Does anybody not want that?  If so, I'm not sure we can be friends.

Totally got a pic of Howie pulling a Superman phone-booth pose inside this art-market phone booth (complete with chandelier in it); picture to come, along with a bunch of other random shit.

Oh yeah, we found this garage someone turned into an arthouse thing and people were juggling fire and shit.  Some dude was playing with a flaming sword and some broad was totally hula hooping fire.  Oh yeah, and we ran into a couple of the local comics (actually some of the funny ones, too, *and* they had a blunt- serendipity, y'all).

Then we went to Mardi Gras Zone and looked at all of the Mardi Gras-ish decorations and crap they sell that have pot leaves on them (called 'mystery leaves' btw).  Oh yeah, and then we ended up at Mimi's in the Marigny; at this point I was so tired I only remember that when we were out on the balcony it was like, me and Howie and like a Benetton ad of hot girls.  There was one girl up there wearing gold lame short-short-shorts, like essentially a really wide ace bandage wrapped around her ass.  If you're wondering if I have pictures of that... no.  I don't.  I probably should have them, but I see shit like that so often in this town now that I don't even think to record it in any form.  I am officially too jaded for my own good.

Trying to figure out how I can get out of work tonight so we can go get in trouble on the Tulane campus.  I already used the excuse that I couldn't find my shoes like two weeks ago, so I'm gonna have to get *really* creative this time. 

-B.

I'll let Howie explain how he spent his vacation once he gets back from it (and sleeps off his hangover slash sunburn), though I do encourage all of you to ask the man just what seven hundred dollars buys you in a Bourbon Street strip club.  I also encourage you to tell us how you could've better used $700; I've stopped just short of sending Howie cragislist postings for apartments.

Here, after much delay, are pictures of a few interesting moments along the way; just a small taste of the madness that was the past few days in downtown NOLA.



Second day in town, Howie shows up to Boondock Saint dressed properly for both PRIDE weekend *and* a night of barhopping in the Marigny.  Good call on the ironic attire, broshot.




On the way to the Marigny, we found THIS.  Look closely, kids- is that a time machine?



Yeah, it's a time machine.




Frenchmen Street Art Market - becoming Superhowie in the hippest phonebooth in America.




Frenchmen Street Art Market - here's one for the Guardians fans; could these be the lamps in Tesla's workshop?




Day Three - Post cemetery tour, Howie shows off his kickass sunburn.  "Check out my farmer's tan..."  "Dude, that's not a farmer's tan- that's a fuckin' day laborer's tan.  You been doin' too much trabajo, homeboy."




Last Day/Birthday - Making a birthday offering at the Museum of Voodoo.



"What should we do for lunch, Howie?"  "Fuck it; Hurricanes."




Would *you* leave this man unattended in your hotel after you checked out?  (I didn't take anything they'll ever be able to pin on me conclusively!)

-B.

Whoa.

Howie has it still, I think, on his computer or something.

We thought it would've been funny to take pictures with your picbase instead, but in retrospect it worked out much better using an actual pic of the Frank.

-B.