||[Oct. 31st, 2005|02:18 pm]
so it's been a while since i updated.
a lot has happened and I don't remember half of it. so i'll guess I'll just start at this weekend.... Uh.... friday.... I went to the Carlotta street party and it was fun. Chad actually went out with me. I made my costume and I think it was pretty cute... I wore like this dress that I got from the thrift store my junior year to wear to winter formal. It's like 3/4 length and poofy made of taffeta. The top is fitted and it has tiny tiny spaghetti straps. Then I had these gloves that Kodi used for her dance costume last year. They're black velvet with little speckles of black glitter all over them with a loop to put over your finger. so they're technically more ilke.... armwarmers because they don't go over the fingers at all actually. I made bat wings out of coat hangers and pantyhose and they actually looked pretty good. I'll try to upload the pic i took. but yeah I had bat wings and I wore cat ears, but since I was a bat, that made them bat ears, duh. And of course, i wore the obligatory fishnets and knee-high boots. Chad of course wore his full pirate regalia.
MAN OH MAN did i get drunk. I came with like a pint of jack... and i drank about 2/5 of that (i suppose that's kind fan odd fraction). A little more than a third, almost a half. And i had a couple of beers, and a shot of jager (w00!). And i drank vodka out of some guy's bathtub. mind you, i was only there for about 2 hours. anyways. it was fun. even though my phone died and I couldn't get in touch with anyone. oh well, right? I saw a lot of people I haven't seen in a while. Seth Chancey and Trev Trev and my cousin and Genny and just like... everyone, actually.
Chad and I went with Avari, but ended up leaving him there by himself when we felt like leaving and he didn't. oops. oh well. He did just fine on his own. Got a ride home and everything. Even had the sense to leave when people started getting arrested. Good Avari. you get a biscuit.
Anyways, i got home and in a fit of drunken brilliance remembered to plug my phone in to charge. The next morning I woke up feeling ever so slightly hungover and checked my phone and Russell had called like 10239381029 times. I checked my text messages and he was all like "i've got 2 tickets to voodoo and money, let's fill up your tank and go." And I all of a sudden didn't feel so hungover anymore.
So I get up, get dressed, go get Avari from Pam's and bring him back to his car then I go over to the Russell's for about 1:00. We put oil in my car and depart. We arrive in New Orleans. oh my god.
it's really awful. I know everyone has seen pictures on the news and all, but it's nothing compared to what you think it is. Well it's not even that. I was expecting bad, but seeing it is so much more... i don't know.... sobering? I tried to take pictures when we were driving in, but the FUCKING CAMERA BATTERY DIES. right when we get there. wtf. anyways.... New Orleans is not the New Orleans it used to be. Driving down Carrollton Ave, some of the houses, the big beautiful houses.... some of them are just foundations. Refrigerators all along the median. spray paint on the sides of houses... a message painted huge on someone's sidewalk with blue house paint saying "HELP." It made me sick to my stomach to think of what whoever wrote that message went through, or even if they're still alive. I can't even phathom how anyone could return to New Orleans now. I mean, there's nothing there. just debris of what used to be there.
But life goes on. All around us there was the sound of hammers hitting nails. building out of the wreckage. reconstructing the great city. people sitting on their front porches or walking their dogs. butterfiles. flowers blooming. people hailing taxis. It was reassuring to know that people are in the process of rebuilding. It's going to take a long time, but it was so... i don't even know the world for it... i am just in such awe at the strength of these people. The people that are there now putting things back into place. The Courage and Determination that these people must have to muster up to get on with their lives is just amazing. I don't know what else to say. I feel confident that the strong people of New Orleans, whether by determination or just from lack of other options, will rebuild the city and it will be at least what it was before. I know it's going to take a long time, but it's going to happen.
And that's really what Voodoo fest was all about this year. It wa about steadfastness in the face of hardship. It was about not letting anyone fucking kick you when you're down. It was about New Orleans showing the world that they're still there.
IT WAS AWESOME. well, the festival itself was a little rinky-dink, but you know... Katrina, right? I'm so glad they actually even had it. the bands were great. Cowboy Mouth played the best live show I've ever fucking seen. Fred LeBlanc is such a great frontman. Can't even explain it. And I know some of you are like... wtf? Cowboy Mouth? that silly band? but you won't even understand until you've seen them live. They're all from New Orleans, so the show was really emotional for everyone. You could tell they were really putting their all into it. And so was I. I was so exhausted by the end of that show.
Luckily, Queens of the Stone Age SUCKED. so I had time to recuperate for... what's that? oh what's that?
NINE INCH NAILS!!!!
OH MY GOD. it was an awesome show. The pit was awesome, I got to dance like a stripper with some hot girl... and I met a buch of cool fucking people. oh and i can't forget. TRENT REZNOR is a fucking god. how cliche is that? But for real, yo. He's amazing. I didn't really know what to expect. But it was awesome. He started off with fucking head like a hole and then went straight into terrible lie. Then they did March of Pigs and I got sucked into the mosh pit. I normally don't like mosh pits, because there's always some jackass throwing elbows and shit, but this one was loads of fun. and I was in and out of it willingly throughout the rest of the show. IDK. they did like... all my favourite songs....
BUT.... wtf... Saul Williams made a super special guest appearance and wasn't that exciting. NOT. it was alienating. I mean, i know the guy has a message, but rapping about poverty and 'where my niggas at?' to a crowd of mostly middle class to upper middle class white kids is a bit unnecessary. I know that it's wrong that these people are fucking poor, but what is anyone at that concert really supposed to do about it? It's not my fault I can afford to live, right? I hated it. I thought it was really unnecessary and almost in poor taste. and that's coming from me. one fo the most liberal people i know.
anyways.... the rest of the concert was so good, that I can overlook Mr.Williams' performance. Not forgive, but definitely overlook.
AND I JUST RAPED THE LATIN TEST I TOOK SO HARD. PER RECTO. THAT'S RIGHT... THROUGH THE ANUS.
man i'm so sick of typing. fuck you guys.