»Duct-tape voodoo.

Miss Mona is the name of the duct-tape artist whose art decorates the walls of Voodoo Doughnuts, a crazy little hole-in-the-wall snack-food-junkie purgatory of donut concoctions (and wedding chapel). Stoked with a pint of the best java, I picked up a pastry box with a dozen of their best (including an applesuace donut, but not an Arnold Palmer, the dough of which is made with powdered iced-tea and lemonade mixes.) Their hours, which I strongly suspect to be irregular, are 10 in the pip emma to the same in the ack emma. Wonderful! Perfect for a donuteria.

This took place after an exxxtended evening romping over bridges and under flyovers, from one happy hour to the next: first at Kells (before the drunken singing begins), then on to Red Star, and thither to Billy Reed's, where we heard the soul cover band Cool Breeze. They started off their second set with "Billie Jean" and "Word Up". And wings were available in quantity at each of these stops. Leaving Billy Reed's at a high rate of speed, we turned up at the no-longer-sordid White Eagle Pub but quickly left because singer-songwriter night had the place packed. We relocated to Lowbrow, had mini corn dogs and tater tots against a scene of phosphorescene and black light, and then discovered that we could obtain the doughnuts. Had we but thought to get married ...!