Midnight Adventure.
Hunger makes the best sauce.
I am hatching a midnight adventure. It is none of your business. Plenty of things happen in New Orleans that you will never know anything about. A multitude of events have an invisible influence in how the city settles into its perpetual routine. Events are like termites, invisible until everything falls apart. We live in an old creaker of a city.
New Orleans is not a machine, it is an organism. We are mitochondria in this giant city-shaped cell, keeping it inhaling and exhaling, respiring, active, repairing itself, feeding off the the community of likewise, complimentary organelles. New Orleans is a body politic, very different from Jefferson, St. Bernard, or Plaquemines Parishes. Orleans Parish is a world unto itself, topsy-turvy.
There are all sorts of things that nobody knows about. Everyone only has so much free time on their hands. You can only investigate so much when you are working for the Man and taking care of other activities of daily living. Being a professional flaneur has its rewards. I know a lot of things, not everything, but a a lot.
Would you like to hear about the monkey farm in Desire? I am not talking about that today.
Something magical happens every midnight in New Orleans. I am going to be a part of it. It is not a zentai party.
Have you ever seen the movie Eyes Wide Shut.? If you don’t know what I am talking about, you don’t need to.
I am actually going to a midnight church social. Saturday night is the liveliest night of the week.