Halloween on a Friday night in New Orleans. Not gonna lie, the idea kinda scared me. I don’t do well in crowds. Or at least driving towards them.
I left my house around 10 and spent approximately 45 minutes driving to a destination 10 minutes away. I spent the majority of the time circling, looking for parking. I was ready to hand over all my worldly possessions for a convenient spot. Unfortunately, no one was in the market for all my worldly possessions so I wound up parking about a million miles away. Ok, maybe not a million miles but I definitely walked through the entire French Quarter (Corbet called it the French-25 cents the other day and I giggled).
It took me another 45 minutes to walk to meet up with my friends. I was in boots. I rank that idea right up there with wearing not-waterproof mascara to the airport when I moved here. I shoulda taken a cab to meet everyone. I learned later that some of those streets between my parking garage and Frenchmen St weren’t exactly the safest. Not awesome.
Fast forward to when I finally arrived at my destination with all my friends. Let the fun begin. I met everyone in the middle of an intersection where my friends were hanging out with a cooler filled with adult beverages. Item of note: those roaming the streets of New Orleans can often be found carrying a “to-go cup” aka the beverage that you may have been enjoying at a fine establishment, put into a plastic cup so you can take it with you upon leaving the aforementioned fine establishment. So needless to say, open containers are not an issue. It was a like a giant block party with 20,000 of my closest friends.
Evidence of the evening:
And the bonus round was how I got to sleep in on Saturday since I didn’t have to work til 2:30. It pretty much rocked.