So this is easy. I wake up my parents and have a really excellent breakfast with them. Conversation, cocktails, big hugs and a nice goodbye. Then I hop on a flight to New Orleans, and meet up with all of my friends and family that read my email inviting them to join me for an end of the world extravaganza in the crescent city. we bounce around town, visit all the haunts, kix is coincidentally playing a set at the maple leaf and right after I scarf down my last meal at the bar at Jacques-Imo’s. A sentimental introspective stroll along the riverbend follows and takes me to Tchoupitoulas St. A ’67 Banana Cream Mustang convertible is idling on the corner, passenger free, so I borrow it and take a cruise to Lafayette number one. It’s just about 10pm and with two hours left to live everyone has gathered. There’s live music, jugs of wine, and a pagan dance party is bringing the cemetery to life. I open the trunk of the car and discover it is packed to the brim with fireworks. As we light them off the skies respond with thunder and rain and we all run through the grounds, soaking wet, laughing so hard that it hurts, without one care in the world.
live your style. 