SPEWWKEEEEE!
It’s Halloween, it’s Halloween,
It’s time for scares, it’s time for screams,
It’s Halloween, it’s Halloween.
It’s time for games, it’s time for fun,
Not just for one but for evv-ree-wunnn…
—The Shaggs
 And I don’t even have a clue what I’m going to wear tonight.
I was thinking about wearing this SPEWWKEE! black mesh robe but I’m not sure that I want to troll around the French Quarter naked tonight.
That might be just a little too SPEWWKEE!
(This could change with some cocktails in me though.)
It has been a remarkable week. Clubbin’ and cavortin’, flouncin’ and flirtin’, drankin’ and skankin’. Halloween weekend in New Orleans is a dangerous, dangerous time.
“We are in so much trouble here.” —Melusine
Sunday night was the Shimshamettes show — a 50’s burlesque cabaret revival group which flirts with the danger of having modern strippers try to do Bettie Page and fail miserably.
Thank the stars (and those little fluttering bats) that they actually pull off an authentic bad cheesey well-executed 50’s girlee show. It was absolutely stunning, from the lavish costumes which dwindled away to pasties, to the brilliant Tempest Stormesque choreography, to the live band playing sleazy bump-n-grind numbers that seem to come directly from those wonderful, awful Bettie Page dance movies…
Sighhhhh…
Sex and cheese. Two great tastes that taste great together.
I have figured out a way to keep sane and alive throughout these balmy N’awlins evenings — moderation! Who knew! Have a drink, then have a Coke. Have a drink, then have a plain tonic. Keeps sweet lucidity within grasp, it’s cheaper, and the mornings don’t hurt nearly as badly as my previous plan, which was, “Pound a zillion beers while mixing with endless shots of every varying liquour you can find, finish off with a nightcap of slurping up the barmat, do all this on an empty stomach, then walk home in the blazing morning light without sunglasses.”
That was the old Marquis in N.O. The Walk of Shame Marquis.
Live n’ learn.
Last night, for example — what was I doing… Oh yes. I remember. Went to visit Candace at the Hideout as I had my beer/soda/drink/soda thing. We always come up with Clever Little Games to play, sweet Candace and I. Last night we labeled things. She brought out a stack of Post-Its and we labeled everything: “Coffee Maker”, “Napkin Holder”, “Straws”, “Booty”, “Lush”, “Boozy Whore”, “Street Trash” (stuck onto an obnoxious girl’s back), “$5”, “Change”, “Tip”, etc.
Then I started writing cryptic thoughts in matchbooks and put them all back in the little bin for unsuspecting patrons to find later.
Well I had a good time anyway.
Oh, what’s going to happen tonight. We are in so much trouble here. What’s going to happen. And I don’t have a thing to wear! SPEWWKEE!
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