The festivities began Thursday night with the annual Krewe of Boo parade (because this is New Orleans and if enough people stand around long enough, a random parade will materialize out of thin air). In addition to throwing custom beads with flashing lights and signature Krewe of Boo plastic cups, riders also tossed packets of PJ's coffee, bags of special edition Krewe of Boo Chee-Wees (which I've discovered are far superior to Cheetos and should be sought out at every available opportunity), and, of course, pieces of candy. To be honest, though, the best part of most parades are not the throws, but the mobile artwork passing by:
|Halloween inspired floats are always fun!|
|Skeletons on horseback, intricately adorned trikes, and spider carriages, OH MY!|
|My favorites are always the walking groups and steppers. Fun AND dedication!|
|I carved an Oogie Boogie pumpkin, because I'm a nerd.|
|Stormtroopers have taken over the book store.|
|I <3 local authors!|
Erin and I had a little too much fun with the helium tank...
Sunday was a special day. We attended a book signing with Anne Rice at the Garden District Bookshop for the newest (and long awaited) title from the acclaimed Vampire Chronicles, Prince Lestat. The turn out was predictably large, and we were among the last few people in line, but despite how obviously tired she was, Mrs. Anne stayed over an hour late in order to get to everyone (which was amazing as I may have cried if she left before we had a chance to reach the front of the line). You see, the first time I ever set foot in New Orleans was when I was still a teenager, back in 1996. I tagged along with my boyfriend and his mom to attend the Anne Rice Vampire Lestat Fan Club's Memnoch Ball. During the trip, she did a book signing at the Garden District Bookshop and I got my copy of The Vampire Lestat signed (I seriously thought I was hot shit after this trip; to my teenage mind it was fucking epic). Attending Sunday's book signing was a bit like coming full circle for me: Same bookshop, same author, same title character, 18 years later. It capped this year's Halloween weekend with some nostalgic vampire love, and proved once and for all that it is possible to have a blast in New Orleans without drinking. Who knew?!
...and because no Halloween post would be complete without costume pictures, I present to you the most kick ass kids' costumes I saw:
|Ok, I didn't personally see the Superman one, but that was too brilliant not to share!|
|Happy Halloween, you dirty bastards!|