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.