Merry Christmas!

So, tonight I hung out in a goth bar in the Quarter, smoking cloves, drinking Chartreuse, and listening to the Cure on the jukebox. For five minutes, I was officially gothier than thou.

Now I will fall over dead.

Also, reasons why I love this town, #2438: Last time I was here, I encountered random Nick Cave lyrics scrawled on a bathroom stall. This time it was Tom Waits lyrics.

Random interesting observation of the night: The guy with the Katrina X tattooed on his neck.