While we were in New Orleans, we did a lot of shopping and met up with a friend of a friend, who happens to be a female sword swallower that likes to put confetti in her panties. New Orleans had some great vegetarian food and beautiful architecture. I was half-tempted to move there, but Hannah Bel is really not made for heat.
Now we're in Bossier City, Louisiana.
Before I move on with telling stories about the past few days here, I feel like I should attempt to clarify some terminology for all of the normal people out there that have lived their lives under rocks or in caves.
1.) Vegetarian: A person that does not eat meat. They can eat eggs and drink milk.
2.) Pescatarian: A person that does not eat any meat with the exception of fish.
3.) Vegan: A person that does not eat or use any animal products. They do not use products that are tested on animals.
Miss Malice and I went to get our hair trimmed at a salon in the mall. We asked the young lady doing our hair if she knew of any good vegetarian restaurants around. She didn't, but she asked another woman who was working there if she knew.
This woman said she was a vegan for two years because of "medical reasons" from E. Coli. Whatever. First, she asked me if I ate fish. I patiently said, "No" because I'm getting used to people thinking that fish aren't meat... however strange that is to me. Then she asked if I ate potatoes. What. The. Heck? Potatoes are vegetables! She eventually told me of a restaurant that I had looked up, called Counter Culture that supposedly has good avocado sandwiches.
Then she started telling me how I could be a vegetarian. She said, "You could just eat them Baka burgers from the grocery store because you know how sometimes you just crave meat." I really don't crave meat at all. I liked some meat, but it was never really a big deal to me. Also, the brand is really called Boca, but she pronounced it like the Japanese word for idiot. Enough said.
Anyway, I'm sure the world is absolutely tired of my vegetarian adventures in the deep south...
The Bossier City Fair!
So far, we've packed and unpacked our gear everyday. The first night, on Friday, we had a blowdown and only did one show. The next night, it rained and basically flooded us off our stage. Sunday was decent, but our tent almost blew over while we were preparing to go to bed and whatnot, so we packed up in preparation for a storm that didn't really happen. Today went well, though. It thundered a little bit, but the storm passed us and we only got about four drops of rain. The crowds have been pretty decent-sized and I hope it only gets better and that the weather cooperates. We are all having a blast.
I bought a hoodie with built in washable earbuds today. I think it's the coolest thing ever- even if it's not hoodie weather around here.
After we arrived at the hotel in Bossier City, The Reverend Tommy Gunn decided that grass was 42 times better than driving the bus.
Knife-throwing is awesome. I want to throw knives, but I think the world will be a happier (not necessarily better) place if I don't.
In New Orleans, they shut this whole street down during the day for street performers. It was quite possibly one of the most amazing things I've ever seen. I wish we had taken our props off the bus and performed in the streets of NOLA.
The Amazing Chris and I outside of Marie Laveau's House of Voodoo.
The Rev and Miss Malice with their Hand Grenade that was referenced in several of the shows in Gonzales.
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