We’re having our first cold snap of the fall. The weather this October has been great but we haven’t had a blast of Northern air until last night. The high today is 30 degrees less than Monday. It may not be much for our readers from the frozen North but I quite enjoyed breaking out my jeans jacket for the bus ride to the shop.
It’s easy to tell, on a semi-chilly day like today, who lives here: New Orleanians go OTT clothingwise when it cools off. I saw heavy fleece hoodies, wool sweaters, overcoats and boots galore on my way in. It’s not really that cold but some people insist on breaking out their winterware at the earliest opportunity.
I was punked by one of our readers the other day. He also follows mytwitter stream whereon I natter on about the weird shit that happens to French Quarter merchants. Anyway, this rather tall gent entered and made a crack about the astonishingly low doorknob and then asked “Where do I catch the ferry to Mexico?” I immediately smelled a rat but thought he’d been sent by my friendChef Mars whose life isn’t complete without messing with me. He runs a pretty classy eatery, Louisiana Bistro, so I’ve never retaliated in kind but I’ve been sorely tempted. As Bela Lugosi said inGlen Or Glenda: “Beware, take care.” That means you, Mars.
Louisiana is currently having the dullest statewide election in recent memory. The state Democratic party collapsed post-K and it has gotten worse in 2011: there are no major Democrats running for Gret Stetwide office. As recently as 2003, the Democrats were dominant. This weekend, Gov. PBJ will be re-elected and the only interesting race is for Lt. Gov. It’s a relatively powerless office but since PBJ is widely expected to skedaddle outta here as soon as he can it’s a more important contest than usual.
The Lt. Gov race features the old school semi-moderate Republican incumbent, Jay Dardenne, versus Plaquemines Parish President Billy Nungesser. You may have seen Mr. Fat Fuck during the BP disaster, he spent the entire time chasing cameras and publicity. Anderson Cooper called him “America’s Bubba” but I call him a malaka. He’s supported by Bitter Vitter, which is appropriate because Nungesser was also a client of the Canal Street madam. And a cheap one: she swears that she had to go to his father to get paid.
Nungesser’s campaign has been relentlessly negative and teabagger oriented. His opponent’s main flaw is that he’s NOT insane. Since in some ways this is a shadow campaign for Governor in 2015, I’m planning to sigh deeply and vote for Dardenne. He’s not really my cup of political tea BUT in this climate, he’s the least bad Governor in waiting that we could have. He also won thevile puns category in the Bulwer bad writing contest in 2005 and rumor has it that I like puns. I haven’t a clue as to where that rumor started. I’ve never taken in roomers so it can’t be that…
Okay, time to circle back to the weather and post two of my favorite change of seasons tunes by two of my favorite bands, the Kinks and Squeeze:
