This past weekend New Orleans hosted the annual VOODOO Music Experience and I was lucky enough to score a real, paying job as an assistant will-call coordinator. This was awesome on many counts. A) I am desperately short on Shekel, B) I got to wear a sweet-ass radio and look super important, and C) I got to take pictures of sluttily-clad girls under the guise of my professional demeanor. I just told them how hot they looked and they assumed I was taking pictures for the Festival when actually I was just taking pictures of them for my own private amusement, and yours, coincidentally.
Slutty Fairy
Slutty gypsies
I didn’t get any breathers to see any bands but the line-up for Voodoo Fest was weak, so I don’t feel bad about missing anyone (Kreayshawn, Portugal. The Man YAWN). Except for The Raconteurs. I really fucking wanted to see The Raconteurs. But whatevs. I did, however, get to consume a very large pancake.
OMNOMNOMNOMNOM. Be jealous.
All in all my Halloween was definitely a 10 thanks to the half-naked Shiksas and the pancake. Jack White can go to hell.
