The trip to New Orleans went very well; we had a big time. The in-flight journal I meant to keep, though, was not the success I wanted it to be. Every time I wrote in it I was either drunk or hurried or both - the resulting mess is nearly unreadable. Perhaps I'll include excerpts later. Suffice it to say we had all kinds of fun and caught lots of beads. I spent all day Tuesday drunk, wearing fishnets and perched on top of a cooler. It was great.

Here's one quick story from Mardi Gras day. I had left my party behind and walked a few blocks to Walgreen's to get some lighters and hand sanitzer. My outfit for the day consisted of the aforementioned fishnets, combat boots, some black cut-offs, an old Creatures shirt, a backpack, spiky hair, lots of black eyeliner, blue lipstick and my Armani shades. I was a happenin' goth.

So I step up to Walgreen's and these two kids - one wearing a Masquerade t-shirt, the other with lots of facial piercings - step up to me.

"Hey man," the one with the shirt said conspiratorally, "if we gave you money could you get us some cigarettes?"

I was touched. They trusted me 'cause they thought I was one of their kind. Of course I got 'em smokes - better me than some back-alley cigarette dealer, right?

I'll go in to more detail later about the trip.

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