|On the way out, the smell of pot is thick in the hall way.|
|What's this? Gosh, all these people on the bayou. Wtf|
Oh, it's the Boogaloo. Again?
No wonder there are so many white people around.
|I love a parasol. I wish I had one. Damn it's hot out here. But I know, boys can't carry parasols.|
|I just ate, but mmmm....blue crab beignets?|
No, I ought not to. Let me get to the PO.
|Lesbians. Wouldn't be midcity without the lesbians.|
|Horrible white people music. Let's keep walking.|
|White people art. Let's keep moving.|
|Wow...doesn't this look like a Seurat??|
Let me take a picture.
|Let it go, hippies. Let it go.|
|"Pressed Crab poboy with brie and candied bacon"?|
|OMG. so cute...|
OMG *so* badly dressed.
Sad sad sad.
|Wouldn't be midcity without the aging hippies.|
|Oh, dammit, leave me alone! Ok ok.|
Shrimp remoulade and fried green tomato poboy.
|What I'm watching while eating.|
|Mardi gras indian for ...um..."atmosphere"|
|Why look....it's a parasol stand!|
But boys can't have parasols.