Alright, I’m sure there were a million New Orleans moments in KdV, but this one stands out to me:
We’re near the end of the route, but we’d stopped for a while, our float in front of Court of Two Sisters, and by god, I had to pee. As I mentioned, my costume involved exaggerated genitalia, but I knew that the spirit of the event (and ample bourbon consumption) would allow me to head in to hit the head.
I’m always kinda uncomfortable about such things (being a non-customer; I’ve never eaten there because I’d always heard it was pretty touristy), so I told the hostess I was with the parade. “I can tell” was her response. Touche’. But then the maitre d’ saw me and approached. I was slightly nervous, but his only comment to me was,
“Sir, you’re leaning a bit to the right.”
God I love this town.