But did finally got to meet (quite fortuitously) Dave and his Bud who couldn't have been lovelier.
We also met a drunk who kept putting hands on me (but didn't know anything about disco), but that's another matter.
Michael brought along his fabulous brand new Iphone.
I forced him to take pictures of everything I could, so that I could vicariously live like a brand new fabulous Iphone owner for at least a few hours. Thank you Michael.
This is not Dave or Bud. It is Mommie and Christina, who also could not have been nicer.
This is a poster at a coffee house in the Marigny. I don't know what Russian Hooligan Songs are, but I almost want to find out.
This is an ass crack.
We were driving behind a train of three such costumed merrymakers on bicycles, one with a giant pumpkin head, one who yelled out, "Greetings Mortals," and this one, riding on a seat six feet in the air on a bike in the shape of a dinosaur carcass.
This is his ass crack as he bent down to adjust a fibula or something.