I'm back from Denver, which was dry and autumnal, returning to a green, wet, pock-marked, Halloween-crazed New Orleans. Halloween is a huge celebration here, and we're supposed to be dressing up tomorrow in my fiction class. My approach is non-fictional, ie I'm dressing as a witch. (Actually, I'm just wearing a witch wig and spider-painted nails: my personality will do the rest.)
This past weekend was Tulane's homecoming. At homecoming, loads of alumni and parents come to town to watch Tulane lose a football game. They also expect to grab a lot of free stuff emblazoned with Tulane logos. A large amount of this stuff was designed and handed out by T. Middy, the self-proclaimed "homecoming monkey."
Homecoming is also responsible for destroying several rainforests.
But who cares? America needs its tchotchkes. It needs its stadium seat cushions, canvas bags, T-shirts, lanyards, key rings, drink cozies, pens and - my personal favorite - hair/wrist poms in green and silver. I might wear said poms on my wrists tomorrow: I could be Homecoming Witch.
Perhaps there will be photos.