It turned out to be pretty much everything else, with not much in the way of volunteer work.
I know what it's like to work with volunteers, and I know that it's hard to get things organized, but when I die, you'll find "efficiency" written on my heart and it's hard for me to dilly dally around. We got a little work done, but we were way too many volunteers for way too little work, and it resulted in a lot of sitting around and aimlessness. Better luck tomorrow.
That said, on my lunch break, I headed up to Walker's Southern BBQ to try their illustrious cochon de lait po boy. That is in fact what I ordered, but once I saw a pork plate, I had to switch my order (it became dinner and lunch, both).
Man.
(BBQ is never really all that photogenic)
I forgot to try and order it "outside brown" (my bad), but it was still amazing. Unlike NC bbq, insofar as there is no delicious vinagary sauce, but juicy, succulent and bursting with flavour nonetheless. Plus, the potato salad and mustard greens were stellar. All around A+ for Walker's (who said there ain't no bbq in this town?).
The other highlight of the day was a fantastic show at the Candlelight Lounge. The Treme Brass Band et all played a great show (broadcast on WWOZ) and they brought the house down. I danced all night. Plus, everybody's so crazy friendly that you feel like you're there with all your best friends (I went accompanied by a woman from the guest house and a gentleman I met at Habitat who moved here from western NC, plus Uncle Lionel was giving me mad props, as was Kid Merv, Mr. Benny, Steve - the grandson of the woman whose funeral I attended - and Robert. I feel like I have a crew, though the members of my imaginary crew are, of course, unaware of it.)
I can see why people like this town.
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