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Girls talk a lot. I’ve learned this simple fact being involved with a woman. A guy asked me how I was taking to being with a woman and I said, it’s the talking that really threw me. Nonstop. Da da da da da da da da da. I think I must have driven every taciturn man I was with out of their freaking mind with my constant yakety yak. But suddenly, without the voice right…
I rode my bike out to the lakefront this morning and when I got to the lake it was so incredibly beautiful that it took my breath away. A big sail was white and majestic against the blue water. It made me so happy to be out on my bike that I kept a smile on my face despite the headwind that threatened to topple me. I met the girls at the Mexican joint for…
Yesterday, Walter Wolfman played at the Fortier Park Festival – a fundraiser for the triangular park on Esplanade and Ponce de Leon. BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE: Dr. John came and joined him on stage. No lie. I swear I was standing there serving wine (the Ice Queen was taking a break and Sean, the hunk a hunk of burning love boy man was in her place, lots of women were sideling up to the bar…
There is a place on Veterans Boulevard where they repair clocks and sell knives. This is the weirdest place I’ve ever been and I don’t know how to explain it except to say, when you walk through that glass door – time stands still – the glockenspiels go off intermittently shocking you with clanging and bells and music but none of the clocks are set to the real time – every person who works there…
A woman was trying to woo me yesterday by telling me she fights bare fisted with Hispanic men along the bayou. She even showed me her bruises. A whole new twist on Fight Club. And I ain’t joining, let me tell you.
No matter where I turn I find myself a cliche yet again! First, I wanted a child at 36 and was one of THOSE women who want to get pregnant (how gauche). Then I was the 40-year-old woman who had miscarriage after miscarriage and was the poor pathetic always a godmother and never a mom cliche. Then I was the midlife crisis, have an affair with a younger man cliche. And now, I just read…
Yesterday was a vision of life on the geriatric track and then some. Morning time Arlene pee’d on herself three times. After spin class, I was on an errand rampage – Target for paper goods and a Brita for mom, to help her kick the Kentwood habit. The watch shop for a battery for my heart monitor watch since I’m back in the saddle again. A pot to put the Norfolk Pine the boys gave…
I got up and did the zoo – Arlene decided to pee on herself three times, not once. And it was the usual array of issues. But then I started the day with my new plan – SPIN CLASS – and it was great. I walked into a two hour class and was like, uh, no way, but the guy said to leave just after an hour. So I had a great class and then…
On the first day of spring, it is snowing in New York and nice and warm back home where I’m headed. Last night, I was trying on a sundress and didn’t want to ask Cesar what he thought, so I asked an elderly woman sitting right outside the dressing room who had been on the phone updating a blow by blow of the shopping trip she was on with her granddaughter. She said, “Nah, the…
I woke this morning expecting a nice day in NY before taking off for New Orleans but looked at the window to grey and light snow falling. I stayed at the Hilton this time instead of the beloved Muse and it made all the difference – I’ve had a bloody nose and haven’t gotten a good night sleep. The Hilton has some international student conference going on so claustrophobia to get on or off the…