I Said It Was the True Nation-State of Surreality
Yesterday, this New Orleans CityBusiness article spread like wildfire through the New Orleans Blogosphere:
Transvestite Gang Pesters Magazine Street.
Between Adrastos, Suspect Device and DangerBlond I found the article's best quotes:
Sarah Celino at Trashy Diva eyes the door, ready to flip the lock at the first sight of the ringleaders pink jumpsuit and fluorescent red wig.Next door at Winky's, Bonga heard people screaming inside Vegas, then saw a blur of cheap wigs and masculine legs in designer shoes streak past her door.
So, okay, it's crime. And we hate that. But, admit it, it's funny. Conjure up this surreal image in your mind and it plays like a John Waters film. (I'm thinking, Female Trouble.) And really, this kind of thing hardly registers as strange on the radar of us locals because if stuff like this is going to happen anywhere, it's going to happen here. Only in New Orleans. And that's why we love it here.
Loki, over at Humid City put it so well: Its that special kind of absurdity that seems to flourish in our subtropical environment, the almost psychedelic vision of heat induced dilirium. It is a moment that makes you realize that you are home after all. Welcome to the Mirror Universe, kids!
Yes. Home, sweet wacky home. I love you!