The movie we didn’t make
Last night instead of watching Casino Royale and ordering a pizza which my foot would have so preferred, G, TL and I opted to go to El Gato Negro and then see the Iguanas at the DBA. When we left the Gato, there was a parade coming down Decatur and so we walked over and were able to catch a ton of beads from kissing Irish men and G’s cleavage was outfitted with tons of green and white carnations. TL said “see, you should have brought the camera” – I had opted not to get the CVS camera today cause of the parades uptown yesterday, but it proved to be the night to film. When we went back to the car to go to Frenchmen Street, there were people pouring out of all the music clubs. We sat in the bar as John Boute played in the other room, then we made our way back to a couch and waited for the Iguanas to come on. My foot was in no mood for this outing. When we left, people were spilling out of the Spotted Cat and there was a band playing and people dancing around the sidewalk that had drawn a crowd.