If you live in the south, and if you fancy yourself to be goth, you know one truth.
Spending Halloween in Louisiana is something of a pilgrimage you must take at some point. While I most certainly knew this for my twelve years in the south, I had yet to go.
Additionally, over the years I had heard of the annual Halloween Lestat’s Ball. The titular ball is dedicated to the well-known character of the same name, conceived by Anne Rice. And yet again, I’d never had a chance to attend.
That changed in 2016, the year of our Lord.
I told Sean early in the year that I wanted to attend the Ball this year. In spite of that, I’m not quite certain that he believed me. As I divulged my plans to our friends Sean and Nicole Barnes, I believe he began to understand the gravity of the situation. To differentiate between the Sean’s they will thusly be referred to as My!Sean and Other!Sean.
He definitely grasped the weight of my intentions by the time I had purchased our tickets and air travel. And as we boarded our plane poised to deliver us to the uttermost south, I spotted a portent of things to come.
A man sporting a full-blown mullet. Gloriously bleach blond with crispy ends in tow. A proverbial unicorn in his natural habitat made complete by his horseshoe mustache. Though I am no augur, I interpreted it as an omen for our weekend.