I met up with one of the salemen in my company on the way to see a client and he was cranky as all get out and so I asked him why he was in such a pissy mood and he said he wasn’t. Later over drinks he told me he was mad at me because he thought I had misquoted his source – I hadn’t, because my own source had replicated the same information.…
At the gargoyle store in Boston, J & I learned that gargoyle is onomatopoeia – they are literally spouts that water runs through so the sound of water rushing through the opening is gargoyle. The shop was gothic and cobwebby like any gargoyle store should be and Cookie from my girls trip to Nantucket had bought one of their gargoyles for J and B when they got married years ago and she told me I…
My company is on a growth mission and the CEO has dubbed it 007 – because we intend to see results come 2007. That has inspired some nicknames around the firm. The guy in London is 008. And one of the salesmen was speculating another was going to be 009. I said I’ll be Pussy Galore!
When I arrived at the airport in New Orleans this evening a jazz band walked up and started playing by the baggage claim and everyone was soon tapping their toes. You tell me why I would not kiss the ground I walk on?
Gomez gets irritated that all of his ex’s seem to be my friends – like I gather them up faster than he can get rid of them. The other day sitting at Le Petite Grocery, he said, as he is want to say, the funniest thing. Someone brought up an ex of his – V – and he looked me dead in the eye and without blinking said, “How come you’re not friends with her?”…
I’m not sure what the recipe is for longevity – not sure there really is one, but I was observing an elderly couple in JFK this morning and he was on the phone and everytime he said something, she’d say, “tell him ___”, and he didn’t flinch, he’d pepper his conversation with her fill-ins and what his own thoughts. I said to myself, self I said, that’s kind of nice. Beats “don’t finish my sentences,”…
I was thinking about my friend Thais who died in a car accident several years ago – I met her when I was 13 and she lived in my brother’s apartment complex. She was a bookie and she had the coolest apartment I had ever seen – plants and candles and dark lighting and she had frosted blonde hair and sapphire eyes and sexy buck teeth. She taught me how to take a compliment. She…
House terrors and meltdown yesterday as the realization that resources are tight and I’ve got the SLOWEST people in the world working at the LaLa – K pulled his usual rabbit out of a hat – the one where he pulls me aside as I’m running out the door to tell me how I’m dropping the ball on everything and that I am rushing him and it is causing all sorts of problems. Naturally, he…
You have to go to MeauxBar on Rampart Street. It was the Golden Star ages ago when I lived at the Burgundy Inn with K, and my sister lived in the hotel up front with G, and that was a strange and wonderous time. But I digress. The MeauxBar has a delicious steak salad and yummy calamari as well coconut shrimp and many other tantalizing eats. And if you are lucky enough Debbie might wait…
You know how in InStyle or Marie Claire they show photos of celebrities and then have quotes you are supposed to match to faces. Well there are no photos here and not even an initial but this morning walking around the bayou these quotes recently told to me were flying around my head disembodied from their maker: The contractor is on his way over right now to talk about the fact that we are 85%…