The Bead Tree
One of the things I noticed both in Baton Rouge and New Orleans was that all around city strings of beads can be found hanging in trees, off of telephone lines, balconies.. you name it.
I figured it was because Mardi Gras had just happened a couple of weeks back.
That was until I went to the Baton Rouge St Paddy's Day Parade, which was fortunate for us just a couple of blocks away.
The parade consisted of "floats" of various themes and sponsors hurling beads and assorted stuff out at the screaming fans lining the streets of the parade route.
It was a blast at first, but as the parade went on and the float riders/bead chuckers got less and less sober and the spectators had more beads and crap than one could imagine, rewards turned to punishment and we were now dodging beads rather than diving for them.
In the end there were beads everywhere.
These two living statues were on the same block in the French Quarter. Only one was less living than the other.
When we came back hours later and he hadn't moved, we realized we'd been pranked.
Collaging My Life
We went down to New Orleans last weekend for a few reasons. First and foremost was we all love the city and we had no idea how long Cindy would be here, because the likelihood of her getting her next job anywhere besides Louisiana was high. So we wanted to experience NOLA as much as possible while we could.
Besides that I wanted to check out Pirate week, because A, it's pirate week and I love rum and hanging out with pirates and imagining myself as a pirate, the Hollywood version, of course. And B because the type of folks that go to pirate festivals are oftentime the type of folk who do the craftsmanship I might need on the job I'm doing. So the trip and all the rum and other expenses are technically a write-off, although my tax advisor and more importantly the IRS would probably beg to differ.
That being said while visiting an antique shop in the French Market that Cindy had rented from several years ago, we ran into another decorator from Los Angeles who was finishing a pilot and was literally throwing in a dumpster stuff that I could use on my show.
A couple of days later I'm back in New Orleans pulling stuff out of that dumpster and putting it in a truck to be re-used on our show up the road in Baton Rouge.
So ironically the trip did indeed end up being a business trip that was well worth it.
This is a picture from a trail run I did one morning just outside Baton Rouge.
Speaking of running, one of the biggest 10k's in the Southeast, the Crescent City Classic, ran right past the place we were staying in New Orleans, the morning after my late night of unsuccessfully seeking out pirates.
All 20,000 of them ran, jogged and ambled past our abode, being cheered on by a plethora of spectators, including a group who had set up an aide station serving up beer and sausage and serenading the runners with song.
At 8 am in the morning.
Did I mention I had been out till around 3 the night before?
Did I mention that the band brought a piano along with them? So of course, I ran across the street, dodging runners, and joined in on the merriment.
There's a story and a half with most of the following photos, but I am once again racing against the clock. I have had to take a job to pay for all my adventures.
Plus I've got to pack and get ready for the Burning Bayou/ T-Bois Blues Festival that starts this afternoon/eve and goes until Sunday.
Can't wait, luckily I have so much to do that time will fly.