Last night, my oldest niece who has an issue with me ever since she found out about the affair called to tell me not to bring the Bean to the Thanksgiving meal – she said there were too many dogs there already and the babies. “No hard feelings, right?” “Right,” Rachel responded through thin lips. So this morning I walked the Bean a good long walk and ran into Gomez and told him about my…
So last night G and I went to Le Petite Grocery because Martha makes the best damn cosmopolitan in this city. We ran into G and J, a handsome couple obviously in love. I told G that I had had my nineteenth nervous breakdown about the LaLa and had called my mother – who responded like a mother for a change and calmed my nerves. And G entertained me with men stories. Then we went…
If you haven’t read Alan Richman’s article in GQ about New Orleans and our cuisine, then maybe you should, simply so you can laugh in the face of the pompous man who wrote it. Here is an excerpt: New Orleans has always been about food and music, with parades added to the mix. (In the North, where I come from, we like to think we’re about jobs and education, with sports thrown in.) Puhlease –…
It’s just possible that getting enough sleep, not having any cocktails, and catching up on all your reading may be bad for you – because when all the rushing stops, all of those little players in your mind that you have benched for the time being suddenly all want to be the starring quarterback in your show. It’s exhausting – the battle royal waged in one’s own mind. I saw E this afternoon and she…
Gomez text me this morning to walk the dogs with him. After a chilling bayou walk yesterday with the wind cutting through my clothes, I went out with my rubber coat this morning, along with gloves, hat, scarf, etc. He said that yesterday morning he had run into D in her car with a bucket filled with water and a duckling who had gotten lost from the group. They searched in vain for the mother…
It was like this: you were happy, then you were sad, then happy again, then not. It went on. You were innocent or you were guilty. Actions were taken, or not. At times you spoke, at other times you were silent. Mostly, it seems you were silent–what could you say? Now it is almost over. Like a lover, your life bends down and kisses your life. It does this not in forgiveness– between you, there…
For a woman who has seemed in life to be hell bent on repeating past behavior a la Sisyphus – in the past few days, I was able to recognize a dilemma I found myself in – I still have one foot rooted in the old me and one foot barely grounded in the new me, and without being fully formed, I was growing increasingly confused about just exactly who I am and/or want to…
I spoke to a friend last night who started crying on the phone – she was in self-loathing mode and was beating herself up for recent behaviour that seemed to involve alcohol and men. Hmm, I said, well, welcome to the club of women older than a teenager and younger than an AARP card, who can’t seem to act right. Another girlfriend told me Saturday night that she overindulges in alcohol, the social lubricant, particularly…
Fox has cancelled the OJ book and television program about how he could have killed his wife. Yes, I know, so absurd that this even got past the door in idea gen, but thankfully the network did the right thing in the end so we should give them credit. A visit to the LaLa today and K told me that I picked the wrong paint because the red shows every handprint. M showed up semi-drunk,…
With the debate about getting my eyes done – L weighed in from California because T had alerted her to my ramblings on the subject. She said – don’t do it. On Thursday night, at a client event my company was sponsoring, I met a man (S) and was speaking to him about the companies I cover – Yahoo, Lamar, Aquantive, Pepsi, Hansen – and he said his colleague A had told him that they…