Bourbon Street is a block party that
goes on for about five blocks, plus a few outlying zones of fun you
have to get to by walking on the sidewalk. In the early evening they
put poles in the roads, so that only pedestrians can use them. Both
sides of the street have bars on them, and many of those have live rock
bands grinding out classic hits to keep the party going strong. The
weekend before Thanksgiving the party vibe was strong, and that's when
I took most of these pictures. It rained a bit closer to turkey day,
and the crowd would have been light even without that.
Every now and then I'd run into someone
else that was willing to hear my little speech. This woman got one and
installed it you know where.
That guy in the red white and blue (plus
yellow T shirt) was the lead singer for a band singing "Sweet Home
Louisiana". It sounded like that old Lynard Skynard song Sweet Home
Alabama, except that some of the lyrics were tweaked just a little bit.
As this picture was taken he was taken, he was trying to get that
Soldier to do the "Louisiana" in the chorus. The guy flubbed his word,
but his friends were impressed that he got that opportunity.
On many of the balconys there were bar people with handfuls of Mardi
Gras beads urging people to show their breasts for a strand. You can
see that somebody has just inspired the woman in the dark top to throw
down a strand.
It could have been the guy with his shirt open.
On many corners there were hot dog
carts shaped like hot dogs with LUCKY DOG written on them. I gave my
little speech to one of the guys that works one, and it got us to
talking. He explained to me that the Lucky Dog company thinks of him as
a *Vending Machine*(TM). On a bad day he is lucky to take home $6 when
it is over (I think that is plus a shower, uniform, and at least a few
hot dogs). I tried to talk him into putting sauerkraut on his cart, and
he explained that the management would just say "We have been doing it
this way for 57 years, and we aren't going to change the formula for
the two people a day that might want sauerkraut" (or words to that
effect). I showed him the crossroads of the revolution and told him
"the sauerkraut is mightier than the bun" as an example of a pun that
is mightier than a gun. I'm wishing the hot dog vendors of New Orleans
had the chutzpah to put a small jars of sauerkraut on their carts.
Wouldn't it be nice if a catchy slogan would do it?