I spent my Friday cleaning the house, and then afterwards purchased a new pair of shorts, which was required to attend WLN. During the process I even found a hat. I like hats.
So after an hour drive, and sweltering, ungodly heat - I made my way to Julia Street decked out in a white shirt and strutting a nice white fedora. Well, after the mile and a half walk I question the wisdom of anyone to wear white while covered in sweat. Really my annoyance was more to the fact that I got bored rather quickly. It was partly my fault. Every single one of my friends that I had planned on meeting didn't show. That's usually fine with me... I like alone time. But the only thing really going on was the art gallerias. There was one or two bands. But that was about it.
I did find it odd that I usually enjoy events like this in Baton Rouge (typically copy-cat attempts to the events such as these). But Baton Rouge is more grass roots. The art gallerias in New Orleans are on par with world famous, so it looses the Bohemia affect. That coupled with the fact their typical clientele aren't ones that pretend dress retro-white for the night; heading to Bourbon Street for a late night.
But the event does draw attention to the area, so that's cool.
The one realization (that I come to time and time again) are the many different realms of New Orleans. After I got dressed I walked to the Warehouse District, via the Quarter in my white attire. No one had dress remotely similar, and all wondering why I had chose such a misinformed outfit for the night. It was weird. The event was suppose to be large. Even after crossing Canal Street and making my way to Poydress, I was still out of place. It wasn't until I crossed Poydress when I started seeing people of my kind. Then on arrival the place was packed.
The one realization (that I come to time and time again) are the many different realms of New Orleans. After I got dressed I walked to the Warehouse District, via the Quarter in my white attire. No one had dress remotely similar, and all wondering why I had chose such a misinformed outfit for the night. It was weird. The event was suppose to be large. Even after crossing Canal Street and making my way to Poydress, I was still out of place. It wasn't until I crossed Poydress when I started seeing people of my kind. Then on arrival the place was packed.
But anyway. It was hot. And I left early for a shower and proper 'going out' dress. I then remembered another reason I like New Orleans.
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