queer and loathing

Not bad for a class assignment - Peaches: Fuck The Pain Away

Tim Gunn’s Guide to Polygamist Style

Drunken thoughts — 3:40am: everything old is new again.

I’m sitting in the Bourbon Pub again for the first time in nine months and already I’ve been hit on by an elderly straight women, her son, and a homeless transvestite.

I now know what it means to miss New Orleans.

So, you wanted photographic evidence?

Photos of suits and flip flops?

You got it

This guy was actually pretty hot, in a hipster-gone-executive kind of way. Grody feet though.

Oh, the Southern Gentlemanly hotness of a seersucker suit…. but paired with grey tube socks and sandals?

These were both taken just in the last few days. Flip flops are an epidemic here.

I sit and wait alone… in my room

Holy crap this was a good show. Yaz’s Upstairs at Eric’s has always been one of my favorite albums, although I admit I didn’t know about their second album until Marshall brought it up in passing a few years ago. Upstairs and Eric’s was one of those albums for me. I’m sitting here trying to describe what that means and everything I type comes out corny, with phrases like “alternate universe” and “special place in my heart.” You probably know what I mean though so I wont go there.

The crowd at 9:30 club was a weird mix of people… young gays, older couples, lesbians, straight women, you name it. There was an incredible energy throughout the club. It *felt* like a once in a lifetime show.

I called Marshall at the very end so he could hear, but it was literally right when Situation ended and all he probably heard was “Thank you, good night!” and a hundred people screaming. It was so loud that I couldn’t even hear if he answered or not. If he did pick up, it probably sounded like we were being slaughtered.

I *really* wish my phone took longer videos and that guy would have shut the hell up but MSH, these are for you…