Halloween in New Orleans
If you’ve ever met me, you know I’m not the circuit party type. All that jet-setting and gyrating and gym time: I’ve just never had it in me. Never had it, never will. Well, probably never.
Still, I have to admit that among the many encouraging signs of New Orleans’ rebirth, the fact that the annual, ultragay Halloween party is still happening (albeit on a smaller scale) somehow makes me happiest of all. Ordinarily, it wouldn’t be my cup of tea–or GHB, for that matter–but this year…. I mean, I’m not making any promises, my current kum-by-ya state of mind may have faded by then, but at the moment, the ladies can count me in.
Hell, at the very least, it’s a nice, cheap date, right?
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Oh, man. I so wanna be there.
Have a blue whiskey on me.
I say you should go and go proudly.
At the very least, there’s gonna be some stories to tell. And ain’t that the point of living?