Hairpiece lost on Basin Street.

Vel and I went over to Coffea in the Bywater today to ask about our Silent Supper venue. En route, we spied a forlorn hairpiece fluttering in the breeze of traffic on Basin Street. The owner was nowhere to be found and the hairpiece looked somewhat like a dead animal until closer proximity proved otherwise. That jogged my memory and reminded me that this is Decadence Weekend. If that's the only thing lost in this city this weekend, I would be surprised.

OMG! goddessmusings, you are NOT going to believe what your old house looks like. Vel got a picture on her cellphone and will have Gil email it to me so I can post it. The new owners painted it lemon pie and canary yellow. The siding is the more muted lemon meringue pie yellow and the trim and shutters are screaming canary. I made her go around the block so we could get the photo. We couldn't see inside to find out if they'd kept the paint we all worked so hard to apply.

We went to the Superdome a half an hour before 1:00 for some Hands Around the Superdome event. Except for having a PA system playing some of the most whiny, insipid crap by some pretentious prerecorded cunt, a couple of tents, some folding chairs and an ambulance, there wasn't anybody seemingly in charge. The butt-hurting music kept playing and nobody took the mic to announce what the event was about and what we should do to participate. At a quarter of 1:00, we didn't see any progress and fewer than a dozen people so we left to make our way back to the car. Some fuckwitted twerp asked us where the event was supposed to be. We directed him to Gate C but he wanted to talk. Unfortunately, he turned out to be a complete fucktard and wasted ten minutes of our lives bragging that he was a Republican. When he quoted Rush Limburger as a reliable source, I asked, "Is that the Oxycontin-fueled crap Rush the comedian is spewing these days?" The guy didn't seem to hear that so we escaped to less idiot heavy areas. We would have gladly stayed but it didn't look like they could organize their way out of a wet paper bag with both ends open.

We watched The Departed tonight. What a hell of a great movie. Scorcese deserved all the accolades and more with that. The cast just kicked all kinds of ass, literally and figuratively. There wasn't a bad performance in the lot. I got kinda choked up when Martin Sheen's character got killed. I've got a soft spot for him. I remember his fine performance in Badlands a million years ago and he was so brilliant in West Wing for all those years. Good on The Departed that I didn't see the ending coming and was surprised by the denouement.

Now I'm going to see if my dearest hmc_lavadogs wants to watch Real Time with me. I missed it last night for drinks at a new neighborhood bar after Sam and my third degree initiation ritual. We had a bizarre competition with some other patrons that were playing country music. We'd play Metallica and Slayer and they'd play some wretched crap that I don't even recognize. It made my brain hurt, though.