I feel like K is putting gris gris on the LaLa and so I am going to talk to Steve tomorrow and ask him if he has someone else. I don’t appreciate someone holding me hostage on my own house that I am paying a bloody fortune to restore – plus he’s from Michigan, a carpet bagger, and I’d rather, if I could, give my money to a local. K called again and left a…
R said not only has Wit’s End come back better, but between it and Rooster’s the burger joint that opened not too long ago is going a noodle shop that used to be uptown.
K’s messages last night were him wanting me to come clean up on Sunday and help him, and he asked me to bring him coffee this morning. He leaves after Wednesday – I’m struggling between telling him not to come back and just going back to the arrangement that I imposed before – he speaks only to S, the contractor and not to me. I’m going to ask Steve if he has another carpenter because…
I signed up for a few races coming up but my foot needs to heal before I can even put running shoes on again. Now that Abby is born, L is starting to train again and we are thinking of doing the Mardi Gras Marathon next year – I think I’ll do a half, she can do the whole – one marathon is all I need notched on my belt – but the halfs –…
When the heat wave passed through California weeks ago, I said those are not happy cows – the 15,000 cows that died – it was a joke, kind of, but no one here in New Orleans understood the reference. You’d have to see the local Happy Cow commercials – http://www.realcaliforniacheese.com/ – they dominate the California airwaves. I’ve been doing a rain dance so that it stays dry enough for Vic to come back from vacation…
Henry was doing my hair on Friday and he was going over just how utterly absurd the Marinello murder case is – and believe me it is pure, unadulterated New Orleans crime at its best. Kind of like the Free Carmella days. Henry is a total stone fox, with a great body, and lots of junk in the trunk, which is one of the reasons I still go to him even while I won’t let…
L, man of mystery, retracts comment that I’m used to men not being able to resist me. Possible confusion stemming from too much Chickiwawa or the twisting odyssey of that particular evening. I also fixed his cell phone so he can see who is calling before answering, which will help him in the future take care of unwelcomed intrusions.
Mom called frightened to death last night saying that someone has been in her house for the past two days and moved things around. “Have they stolen anything?” “No!” she said, “they just come in and move things around.” When she was hanging up she said “I don’t want you to worry.” Sigh.
G and I headed to Asian Pacific after Sip – we took a bottle of Rose with us and sat on the porch and ordered a bunch of sushi after smelling all the great smells from Cafe Degas and getting hungry. She described to me one of her worst encounters in bed from a long time ago and how much she knew better now to say forgetaboutit. We’re in a smaller pool here in our…
It is pretty amazing how many beautiful women live in this city. Last night after meeting N and the Snake and K and K and D etc over the Parkview, I went to G’s to photograph Tess – because G is going to put her on Petfinders since she seems like such a pet and not as feral as she was when she was terrorizing the cemetery. Then we went to Sip, which was happening…