When I got out of Blue by the LaLa at midnight upon arriving home from California I wanted to throw my hat up in the air MTM style – E.B.White said “I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning my day difficult.” In New Orleans, a helluva good time is always around the corner.
In the book High Fidelity, the protagonist, a man trapped in a boy’s mind says his biggest disappointment was to find out that all women don’t wear sexy, pretty panties. For women, the come-to-Jesus is when we learn that men aren’t omnipotent like our fathers – they’re vulnerable and fragile, just like us. It took me so long to learn that, it makes me wonder where the hell my mind was during my twenties and…
After Swirl we took a delicious bottle of red over to R’s treehouse – she lives in a small apartment up a long flight of stairs – you enter on a porch that is surrounded by trees – where else on a Tuesday night can you sit outside on a beautiful night and find so much to talk about and feel so good to be alive?
I telephoned L, man of mystery, last night after the hen party to tell him he should be happy to know he’s a prince of a man – after being suffused with tales of men behaving badly, men with no manners, men with conduct unbecoming a gentlemen, I thought, phew, man, it’s a wasteland out there and I am either in a bubble or spoiled rotten or whatever – but whatever it is, I’m happy…
Pilates was so wonderful this morning – I am in love with Catherine – she just always finds new places to challenge my body. The LaLa – what can I say? – the glass is going up in my windows – the azure clerestory was being put in when I went by – ah, gorgeous windows and so many beautiful things to look out at. CC’s has been packed since it opened back up –…
Forget the coffee klatch, the wine swirling is way more fun BUT here’s the key – do it on a full stomach – that’s what saved me from overdoing last night. Meanwhile, it was good to catch up with G and to have R join us and to talk like biddies because there is always so much to talk about when it comes to shoes, men, careers, weight, hair, New Orleans, etc. I’ll save some…
I sent an email to my hairdresser D in San Francisco to get his new address because I know he opened his own salon. He sends back this missive: well…..as one of my conservative client said when she saw the new space…….quote “this place just makes me want to lay on the floor naked with my legs spread open”…………..and I said BINGO.
Resolutions for new year include a little more down time – reading, writing, (no arithmetic) – I get caught up in the swirl of things – the apartment at the Can is a place I want to get out of most of the time and after being tethered to my computer and the phone all day, I crave the company of physical beings where I can see expressions and have other tactile sensations. But lately…
Last night, I woke up at 2:30 to the sound of a man talking incessantly to someone on the phone (I assumed because I only hear one voice). This has been happening for the last two or three months. It goes on and on until about 5:30 and it’s like he is in the room with me because it is the dead of night and I hear his voice so clearly. I went down to…
The past week has been fraught with bad news about children getting killed in schools – maybe we ought to switch all the kids behind bars to keep them safe?