Okay so last weekend was Halloween. In NOLA that weekend is kinda big, not Mardi Gras big or Southern Decadence big, but I would say a good third place. The costumes range from barely anything,(grapevine wreath) to huge elaborate costumes (the entire cast of the Wizard of Oz). I had thought long and hard about what I wanted to be. Went back and forth many times that week. Looked at different costumes. Made Andi listen every time I changed my mind and why I was changing my mind ! Trying to find something that I liked and was suited somewhat to my personality. Read: that was gonna make me look sweet and CUTE. I decided on Little Red Riding Hood. I found the costume, and then the fun started. I am a procrastinator by the finest means possible. I waited until Halloween to decide to buy it. So here I was all decided on what I wanted to be. Then I get a picture of a girl in a pirate costume. Hold up.. wait a minute ?? What the hell now ?? Was I gonna be a pirate ? Well..... I went to Party City, aka the mad house, with Andi on the phone trying her best to help me, more like laughing and ridiculing me explaining that I shouldn't have waited until the last moment, and I should really NOT buy the dirty little red riding hood costume, blah blah blah... But once there I got a little crazy and then couldn't decide. A pirate, Dorothy or Red ??? I tried on the pirate costume.. uh... that was a big fat NO.. Thank God we were not in pirate times... my girls would have not been happy ! So what did I do ? I bought both Dorothy and Red ! Didn't try either on and went straight home, so happy !
Fast forward to that night. My friends and I met. In our crowd a cop, an angel, and a vampire, and 2 others who refused to dress up due to bad past experiences a la Bart Simpson. I was loving my little get up ( and yes I did listen to Andi.. no dirty red). Made it to our destination and first cocktail of the night, cheers ! I was getting complements from all the gay boys how cutesy I looked. It was awesome... until... Our next stop. It was the Pub (corner of St Ann and Bourbon). by God there was enough gay male stewardesses, fireman, Indians, Lady Gaga's, you get the picture. When there she stood... all fricking 6 feet of her. Decked out in the EXACT SAME OUTFIT AS ME except she had on red patent leather knee high go-go boots with heels I tell you.. fricking HEELS !!!!!! I know WHAT THE HELL ????? I was deflated to say the least and the outrageous laughter from my group was enough for me to cry.. well actually I kinda threw a hissy fit and kept asking .. I am a pretty girl right ? Prettier than her right ? Tell me I am a pretty girl and better than HER ?!! Which only made them laugh harder and tease me even more.... I DID not make friends with the "other" red. Gladly some little hot thing sparked her interest and off she went.. Can you believe her.. stealing all my spotlight ! That being said and hissy fit over we went on to enjoy the night. We danced our asses off, made fun of some peeps, and really enjoyed seeing all the effort made by everyone on their outfits.. Only in New Orleans babe, only in New Orleans......
The above picture is the view I had from the chair I was standing on..
