Tag: New Orleans
So, one of our host’s roomates answered the door and let us in. We spent about 20 mins trying to blow up an air mattress because they had been out drinking (at the Dungeon where we were earlier!) and couldn’t get the air pump working. I finally put the air pump together and soon I had a bed to sleep on! We figured out that they had gone to the Dungeon where we had looked for them, but that they were upstairs and even if we had gone inside, probably wouldn’t have found them up there.
So, Friday afternoon when we awoke it was time to hang out and get ready to go to the apocalypse dance. Friday night was a blast! I brought my camera and managed to snap a few good pics. Here are some of the shots I got of the evening. Click on the images to see the whole gallery.
Wow, for those of you that didn’t get to go, this year’s Southern Gothic Festival was a blast! Three days/two nights of non-stop goth/industrial themed fun. Some people got naked, (it’s New Orleans) some didn’t. If you didn’t get to go, this year make plans for next year as it’s sure to be even better!
So luckily, I was able to leave early on Thursday because from Jacksonville, it was going to be about a 10 hour trip. The last thing I wanted to do was drive for 10 hours and then jump out of the car and try to have a good time. I had the lovely and capable Miss Dexetrine Heartsweet in tow, and she was able to leave on Thursday as well. I wanted to do that because it would give me a day to rest after driving.
We had talked about taking her bike with us, because she had some friends she wanted to ride with in New Orleans, but we didn’t have any idea how we would attach the bike to the car. I arrived at her residence, and after much searching around for a solution, she found her “special” rope and it happened to be long enough to tie the bike to my roof racks.
Then, we were on our way to New Orleans. We took our time getting there because there was no rush. We stopped in Pensacola to visit a friend of Dexetrine’s and got into New Orleans. Our timetable put us in NOLA about 1:30am. All along, we had been texting our host, who was also the promoter of the event, updating him with our ETA and he had been answering us. Suddenly, after 12:00am there were no replies to our messages. Strange…
We arrived in NOLA round 1:30am as planned and went to the bar that our host was supposed to be at. No sign of him or his posse there and certainly no goth kids. So, we walked around in the Bourbon Street area trying to guess where he would have gone next. Still could not get him on the phone, WTH? canadian pharmacy Evista