I blatantly blame two traveller/crusties that came into my store to work on their badly photocopied train hopping guide and maps. They smelt horrible and clearly hadn't bathed in god knows how long. One started sneezing before they got out, and I am convinced that I got whatever he was saturated with. Fuck.
Despite being sick, I gathered my self and wore a skeletal goat mask; my wife had an ornate goat mask and a cloak to look cultish; and we met up with Brian Bloodaxe who got himself an crazy looking leather goatmask. We went to Bourbon street in the French Quarter and walked around for a couple hours. It was crazy and crowded. We had people taking pictures of us and some passing by were saying "hail satan!".
My head is killing me and I'm even sicker, but it was worth it.
