Partying Cape-style in New Orleans
Bailey Reutzel
Issue date: 11/5/09 Section: Forum
Halloween is my favorite holiday, but I have been in Cape every year and it is getting rather dull. I can't get myself to spend another $5 visiting the sorry excuse for a haunted house at the Arena building. I am bored of going downtown and seeing the tasteless clothes, or lack thereof, by girls who use Halloween as an excuse to dress like a slut. And I'm tired of watching children being dropped off, while their lazy parents sit in the car and raid the candy stash.
So, I was ecstatic about this Halloween, being privileged enough to visit New Orleans, Louisiana. (Although, the eight hour drive squished in the back of a Mazda 3 with a pregnant pee machine wasn't enjoyable, I was optimistic.) I dreamt of multi-colored homes with iron balconies, frail lady palm readers, and vampires lurking in alleyways. Instead, I saw dilapidated skyscrapers, hobos trying to make a buck "reading palms," and extremely rude New Orleanians, like the dim front desk clerk who confused herself for 40 minutes with our reservations.
By this point I'm getting negative. But, alas, we got our room and headed to the zoo. The rest of Friday went smoothly (except for the trolley ride) and around 9 pm we headed to Bourbon Street.
Here was the New Orleans I pictured; a street filled with people, lit up by bars and head shops. There was so much to see; some uplifting, like $2 "Big Ass Beers," and some repulsive, like a 50-year-old woman wearing underwear that left to little sagging, dimpled butt to the imagination. For the most part though, Bourbon Street was captivating. The first mile that is. After that I was ready to sit down, but we had to see every inch. Also by this time, I am getting tired of spilling beer down my chin, taking a drink while walking… in heels. (This, for the guys reading, is not easy.) We walked to the end, then turned around and made the trek back to our hotel, which was doubly hard now that I am eight beers down. But we finally made it and crashed.
On Halloween, we slept till noon, walked back to Bourbon Street, and had a $30 breakfast buffet. (This is only the price for one.) My boyfriend, who is trained to pay for all expensive meals, threw down $72 for our brunch together. The rest of the day was spent shopping for souvenirs.
So, I was ecstatic about this Halloween, being privileged enough to visit New Orleans, Louisiana. (Although, the eight hour drive squished in the back of a Mazda 3 with a pregnant pee machine wasn't enjoyable, I was optimistic.) I dreamt of multi-colored homes with iron balconies, frail lady palm readers, and vampires lurking in alleyways. Instead, I saw dilapidated skyscrapers, hobos trying to make a buck "reading palms," and extremely rude New Orleanians, like the dim front desk clerk who confused herself for 40 minutes with our reservations.
By this point I'm getting negative. But, alas, we got our room and headed to the zoo. The rest of Friday went smoothly (except for the trolley ride) and around 9 pm we headed to Bourbon Street.
Here was the New Orleans I pictured; a street filled with people, lit up by bars and head shops. There was so much to see; some uplifting, like $2 "Big Ass Beers," and some repulsive, like a 50-year-old woman wearing underwear that left to little sagging, dimpled butt to the imagination. For the most part though, Bourbon Street was captivating. The first mile that is. After that I was ready to sit down, but we had to see every inch. Also by this time, I am getting tired of spilling beer down my chin, taking a drink while walking… in heels. (This, for the guys reading, is not easy.) We walked to the end, then turned around and made the trek back to our hotel, which was doubly hard now that I am eight beers down. But we finally made it and crashed.
On Halloween, we slept till noon, walked back to Bourbon Street, and had a $30 breakfast buffet. (This is only the price for one.) My boyfriend, who is trained to pay for all expensive meals, threw down $72 for our brunch together. The rest of the day was spent shopping for souvenirs.
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