The Perils of Being a Tourist
After a disappointing NOLA Pirate Week kick-off, I snapped this shot which being Good Friday and such, I thought was pretty cool, as did Cindy and couple of other non-NOLA folk, aka tourists.
However when I showed it to a couple of "locals" or more accurately transplants, the response of "oh yeah" in the been there done that vein, rained on my parade just a bit.
One Step Forward,
A Step or Two Back
Back to Maurepas Foods; they don't take reservations and they are an incredibly popular joint, so we ended up waiting a bit or so or more than that, but in the mean-time we wandered across the street to a pretty cool little function.
There was live music, and arts and crafts for sale. Stuff you'd actually want to buy, in fact I was a little disappointed that Cindy didn't buy a hat, an Easter bonnet that was not just Easter-specific, but, to use an over-used maxim, I digress:
It was a nice way to kill time.
When we finally did get seated, we had a pretty remarkable meal, with a really sweet, well-intentioned waiter that was in the weeds but managed to make up for it with his demeanor and comping Cindy a wine.
On our drive home we drove past a scene that was oddly familiar to me.
A bunch of people in bunny ears and faux-fur suits. It was Bunarchy, kind of like an Easter version of Santa-con.
Yep those are my peeps, my familiars.
Cindy also had a few to-do's on our travel list plans.
One was the The Museum of the American Cocktail,
which happened to be in the midst of moving locations and was thereby closed.
As well as the New Orleans Pharmacy Museum, which was open, however because it was a holiday weekend in the center of tourist-ville had a line that went around the corner.
Where Are Ye Pirates?
So NOLA Pirate week officially starts on Friday March 29, however were no "official" events for that night.
There was a casual get-together at Pirate's Cafe, down in Pirate's Alley at 9 pm.
I showed up the other side of mid-night.
There was not a pirate to found.
There was a wench behind the bar serving up rum and absinthe. Did I forget to mention that the Pirate Cafe happens to be in the Old Absinthe House.
After some rum and a Death in the Afternoon or two, I found out that indeed people wearing pirate costumes showed up at 9 o'clock sharp, had a few drinks and departed.
So glad I didn't even try to put together an outfit or even work on my pirate-speak.