I feel like writing a love poem to New Orleans. I feel like dancing in the streets here, and I feel like being a vampire by the sore pleasure of being here. New Orleans is nothing like the rest of the US. It's like the Caribbean or the southern version of some gothic fairytale. It's the reason I feel slightly more poetic than usual and I have such a long time here. Thank goodness for that.
Went through the French Quarter today. The day began awfully as the rain felt down in strides and the thunder just went on and on, but it ended (tomorrow it will not end, however, says the smart guys) and out I went. And everywhere I went it was amazing - except for Bourbon Street where it's just strip joints, bad food and t-shirts. And drunk fratboys every second of the day.
Tonight I'll be going out to Frenchmen Street with a very flamboyant gay guy, his gay (but not flamboyant) friend and a French 18-year old girl who doesn't have enough money to get to Mexico (so she's "stuck" here... there are worse places to be stuck).
And now I am hungry, so I think I'll have some food. What will it be... Gumbo? Po'Boys? Muffaletta? Jambalaya? Or maybe some of the other delicious food they have here in NOLA?
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Bourbon street er mig. Ingen tvivl om det. Men hvad betyder sketchfest???
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