Is Sunday National Set Your Money on Fire Day, and I just didn’t get the memo?
I hesitate to pile on Oak Street again. I really do. But…
So this Sunday is the big Oak Street Po-Boy Fest, the artist formerly known as the Po-Boy Preservation Festival until last year’s little pillow fight.
Turning five, this event has become to a degree a victim of its own success. Oak Street being what it is, the press of people has often created parking nightmares and stupefying lines. But not to worry! This year there’s a solution to all that: The brand new Fest VIP wristband.
If you don’t want to sweat the crowds or the parking, just purchase a VIP wristband. You’ll get a parking spot, VIP area access including draft beer and sodas, 3 free drinks, and VIP line access to purchase food and drink.
All of this can be yours for just $200.00. Per person.
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Have you heard the one about the guy who cyber-bullied himself?
The web is lousy with stories about the powerful ability of social media to throw gasoline on the fire of what might once have been private disagreements. Hell hath no fury like a woman (or man) scorned who happens to have 2500 Twitter followers. An incautious falling out with a motivated uber-social butterfly can produce a viral shunning beyond an Amish kid’s worst nightmare. But how much sympathy can you really have for someone who seems to be trying hard to light themselves on fire?
Very little, I suppose, which brings me to Monday’s facebook post from the New Orleans Po-Boy Preservation Festival. I’ve added the link above because you might think I’m making this up. Quite honestly, I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t read it myself.
He and She Said:
One in five children diagnosed with cancer does not survive.
This is why we do this
Help do something about it.
We dance at funerals in NOLA, and we throw a party at the proverbial drop of a hat. Some might call laughter in the face of tragedy unseemly or inappropriate; we disagree. Celebrating life is what we do here, and poking a sharp stick in the eye of the devil is our way of letting him know he doesn’t have that much power after all. This attitude had a lot to do, we think, with getting us through that little thunderstorm we had five years ago, and we believe we should keep it up.
With that in mind we’re inviting all of you, everyone you know, your facebook ‘friends,’ the snarky girl at the office you just pretend to like, and even your weird neighbor (in Bywater that’s the guy with no ink) to our favorite way to celebrate Saint Patrick’s Day: The Saint Baldrick’s Oak Street Block Party this Saturday, March 19th.