I asked my friends, many of whom live in New Orleans and the
surrounding areas, what to write about.
Several of them messaged me, asking to write about the rampant violence
in the city. Although it is an excellent
topic, I can’t throw my heart into it. Violence in this city has been an ongoing
problem for decades. I love this city;
it is a living thing to me. I would much
rather focus on the aspects I adore, and leave the rest to the NOPD. So, please know, it is still a wonderful
place to visit and is still my home, but be aware of your surroundings if you
visit here. Now, onto the lighter side…
I was
driving around the city with my Best Friend, Chell, running errands
yesterday. We decided to stop for a
quick lunch. Being the food snobs that
we are, traditional “fast” food is out of the question. So, we stopped at a local wine merchant
because they have a spectacular deli.
And, we found out something delightful:
You can get fine wine in a go-cup.
The
concept of a “go-cup” may be alien to some of you. (And, to be honest, when I left NOLA, I was
shocked to see that this concept was not implemented outside of the
state.) A go-cup is exactly what it
sounds like. If you go to any fast food
joint and buy a drink, it is given to you in a “go-cup”, get the idea?
Fortunately,
in this Fairyland of my home, go-cups are so much more. See, our bars don’t close and the liquor laws
here are a little different. It is
perfectly legal to walk down the street drinking a frosty alcoholic
beverage. If the NOPD enforced a real
public drunkenness law, central lockup would be full of housewives. Also, “open container” laws here for vehicles
are a little sketchy. See, we also have
drive-through bars. Yes, you read that
correctly. Feeling the need for a jello shot
at three in the afternoon on the way to carpool? Just run through the drive-through. Want a daiquiri on your way home? Hit the drive-through. Technically, the way the law works, it isn’t
an open container if the straw isn’t in it.
Yes, IT ISN’T AN OPEN CONTAINER IF THERE IS NO STRAW. Damn, I love this place.
Say
you’re in the bar at 4 a.m. You and your
buddies want to check out the bar down the street. You don’t want to chug your drink, but you
don’t want to waste it. No problem; ask
the bartender for a go-cup, pour it in, and sip as you walk down the street.
Delightful. Or, in my case, you can stop
for a deli sandwich, sipping Cabernet Sauvignon while you wait. The sandwich is done quickly, but I’m a
freaking lady. I don’t chug wine. No problem: here is a go-cup. Spectacular.
There
is a saying here, “We aren’t alcoholics, we’re from Louisiana.” I know, I know, start the spiteful comments
now; alcoholism isn’t a joke. I grew up
with one as a parent; it sucks. However,
we really don’t see alcohol the same way here as other people do. Cocktails after work, wine with dinner,
cocktails before bed. Some people roll
that way. You can’t walk a block in this
town without running into a bar. It’s
just the way it is, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
When I
was in high school, the law changed and the drinking age was changed from 18 to
21. There was uproar. I remember it well. It didn’t stop us, though; it just made us
more creative. I grew up with Bourbon
Street. You can’t keep teenagers out of
the Quarter. Besides, the most common
cure for teething babies around here is a bit of whiskey on the gums. Works like a charm and lasts quite a while
longer than Orajel.
My parents did it for me, and most of my friends did it for their
children. Louisianans don’t view alcohol
in the same way. It isn’t taboo
here.
So if
you find yourself in a drinking dilemma here in the city, don’t fret. Please, don’t be an animal and chug. A good cocktail is to be sipped and savored. Just ask for a go-cup. We like a little trash with our class.
Cheers, Y’all.
P.S. Chell is an
amazing photographer and she and I will be collaborating on some projects
soon. Stay tuned for TWO Princesses!