12/30 – New Orleans
Miguel left without saying goodbye and three new people
moved into the dorm.
Lar is 24 and from what we used to call East Germany.
He took the bunk above mine.
Peter comes from what we used to call West Germany.
He took the lower bunk across the room.
Rob is 25 and comes from Liverpool.
He bunked above Peter.
Rob called us The Delegates
“The bombing shall begin at Noon!” He said officiously
Lar fired a pencil in response. He was the delegate from Germany.
I was the American delegate; my job was to pretend I cared.
Everyone fired pencils when Rob insisted he’d never heard music by the Beatles.
We declared a truce and took a taxi to the Club Brazil on Chartres St.
The band was named Snake and the music was fierce.
The lead singer dressed like Billie Holiday and sang like Janis Joplin.
She plucked a paper magnolia from her thick black hair and tossed
it to the crowd.
The crowd was ecstatic.
“Are you ready for some Snake” she laughed.
“Yes!” roared the crowd.
Someone passed her a bottle of whisky and she drank.
“Are you ready for ME?”
The band struck up and we danced.
Snake rocked for almost an hour.
Then the lead singer raised her hands the music stopped.
Someone gave her a lace hand fan; she took it and languidly fanned herself.
Her voice was smooth and seductive.
“Any Catholics out there?” she asked.
“YEEESS!” sang the crowd.
She gasped, batted her eyes, and fanned herself.
“I know how ya’all love that dead meat!”
“YEEESS!” Almost everyone laughed.
Lar gave her a bottle of Champagne.
She took a swig and sprayed the crowd.
“How ’bout some live meat?”
She took another swig of Champagne.
“Wanna little live meat?”
The Delegates were drenched in Champagne at the foot of the stage.
“I love you!” shouted Rob
“WE LOVE YOU!” shouted the crowd.
Crash of drums!
And we danced.