SOME THINGS I LEARNED ON SPRING BREAK IN THE BIG EASY

a partial list, in no particular order.

• just because someone offers you jello shots at 5am doesn’t necessarily mean you should do them (but you probably should, at least once).
• sometimes breakfast happens at 5pm, or 3am. 
• if you ask a stripper to contribute a line to the poem you’re writing, she will probably feel uncomfortable and is likely to refuse.
• when selecting a street-psychic, trust the intuition of your psychically-gifted friends.
• flower crowns.
• it’s fun to play music in the street.
• chain-smoking cigarettes, even pretty nat sherman fantasias, for days on end will make you feel like death.
• mornings are for front porches.
• eventually bodies need food, water, and sleep.
• most people are kinder than they might seem.
• mediocre poetry can still posses exquisite charm.
• trust the city and it will love you; fear the city and it will feel scary.
• cajun food isn’t really spicy without hot sauce.
• raves are only moderately fun if it’s raining and you aren’t on drugs.
• sometimes cemeteries are closed at night.
• promoting poetry events in subtly slutty dresses selected by your mom is super-effectuve.
• a bloody mary and a ring pop is not sufficient dinner if you’re also planning to do 9million shots.
• the united airlines terminal in the new orleans airport is awful.