Jeff's Bourbon Street Blog: June 2005

Saturday Recap

During the course of my first year I've: had my microphone swallowed by a transvestite, been bitten by a bisexual vampire swinger, eaten Lifesavers off of a bachelorette with the boxers confiscated from god only knows where on my head, dressed up as a roman emperor with a gladiator fetish, had a whole bottle of glitter dumped on me, had a drunk fall on me and two very nice people from Canada, been propositioned by a girl who also invited Vampire and his wife to the party, dodged the mystery liquid from the balcony, seen more male body parts than anyone should in a given year, seen more female body parts than most people in a given year, been spanked, given a spanking, watched Catscan propose to his girlfriend and stop the show at Cat's, and now...

had my nails painted. Yep, I think I can retire now a fulfilled man... Nah!

On a more serious an note, (wow actual news!) the NAACP organized a march on Bourbon Street sparked by both the death of a black Razzoo's patron last year and a study citing discrimination at various Bourbon Street bars and nightclubs. The march started around 9:00am outside City Hall and was scheduled to conclude at Jackson Square. The plan published by the local news sources had the march working its way down Bourbon Street from Canal to St. Anne (the "lavender line" for all of you playing the home game).

Thanks to either laziness or procrastination I didn't make it out to the Quarter so instead I set up a window of BourboCam, then BeadCam, opened up the draft on the research paper I was working on for school and a blank word document to cover what was happening. Basically, I was going to give new meaning to what Jon refers to as "lazy journalism."

Three hours, four deliveries, a street cleaning, and a research paper later, not one activist graced our lens. The experience made me learn a couple of life lessons. If you want the story, go and get it. Procrastination will be the death of me. And last but not least: If you want to maximize exposure make sure to get every media outlet involved, including little fixed camera in the windows.

At least I finished my paper.

Articles covering the event:

More Coverage of Sheriff Lee vs. Rev. Watson - NOLA View Weblog @ Nola.com - Friday, July 1, 2005
Marchers Target Service In The Quarter - TP - Sunday, June 26, 2005
Minister Spurns Sheriff's Challenge - TP - Sunday, June 26, 2005
Nagain Targets Race Bias on Tourism - TP - Saturday, June 25, 2005
Sheriff Issues Challenge to New Orleans Minister - TP - Monday, June 20, 2005
Coverage on the Bourbon St. Journal Weblog by Jon Donley
[Reprint of TP Article] [4/15/05] [5/17/05 - 1 - 2 - 3]

We usually get our fair share of email during a show, but there is one that we get almost every week that asks for us to find girls who would bark like a dog. Why? Is this some exercise in passive domination? A anthropomorphic fetish? Boredom with the show?

I pose a challenge to those who want requests like this: please come down and find the girls who bark like dogs. The fresh air will do you good.

Don't get me wrong, we love the email keep sending them to us, pose questions, suggest fun things to discuss, tell us how much you adore the co-hosts of female persuasion. Just lay off on the dog barking emails. Thank you.

Little Things To Help You Live Longer

I came across this article while looking up some fun for tonight's show. A 62-year old died at a funeral in the village of Brezovica. He was holding a metal cross when lightning struck him. He died in the hospital several hours later.

Let this be a lesson to Biker Jesus and the legions of groups descending on Bourbon during Mardi Gras and Southern Decadence: Don't make your cross out of metal!