Quarter Notes: Frozen Tourists
It’s been a long time since I posted here at HC. Why? I’ve been busier than an escort service taking calls from David Vitter, that’s why. Quarter Notes has been a kinda sort regular feature at my own blog but I’ve decided to move it to Humid City. Why? Why the hell not?
It’s cold and blustery today and some of the tourists are beyond clueless. They’re shocked, shocked that it gets cold in New Orleans. There are men in shorts, chicks in flip flops and if they come in my shop, they whine. My curt response: “It’s January.” April may be the cruelest month but January is the whiniest month in the Vieux Carre. I wish some of these people would look at the internets the day before they come to see what the weather will be whilst they’re here. It’s easy, folks.
I hope these folks don’t plan to return for the Krewe du Vieux parade, if they think it’s cold today: just wait. It’s always colder than Barbara Bush’s heart that night.
My KDV sub-krewe, PAN, has already started to work on our float. But I missed the fist day with an old war wound or something. We’re going to be super heroes this year. I’ll be Super Blogger; a misnomer perhaps but I want to represent Loki and all the little people who helped me along the way. Hmm, Loki and the Little People sounds like a band name in the spirit of Lothar and the Hand People…
One point to make about PAN is we’re one of the few sub-krewes groups that never has a penis on our float. One of my fellow krewe members has described Spermes and Drips and Dischages as “penisy.”
And that’s as good a place as any to end this post.
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