I went to 80's night at One Eyed Jacks last night with brother Jon, and my friends Alec and Steve. At 11:30 I made the decision that I was going to be a curfew violator since I was having so much fun and it didn't look like anyone else was too worried about it. At 12:30 the police stormed in, the music stopped, all the lights went on, and everyone was getting kicked out. It was really weird because there was no "last call" or any announcement made. Everything just stopped and out we went to the streets of the French Quarter. So we piled in my car and I dropped off Alec and Steve around the Esplanade/Molly's area. After dropping them off I was driving down Esplanade towards the interstate when I got pulled over. The cop started off all "official" saying that he was from Kansas or something helping out the NOPD. He asked me for my license as well as where I was going and where I worked. I just told him that I was trying to get home, tried to look really scared yet cute, then we had a pretty normal conversation about the museum where I work and he wished me well on my trip home.
Going out in New Orleans is a lot different than it used to be.