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%…
Today there is the Mirlton Festival, the Magazine Street festival, Sandy’s art opening at Carol Robinson, Susan Cowsill playing, on and on – too much to do when I have to get ready to leave for Boston tomorrow morning. I’m starting to get house terrors again but I think it is in anticipation of this marketing trip and the tight squeeze on my finances as I round the bend to completion of the LaLa. I…
Off to the Pitot House for the last of the Cork & Bottle wine tastings and a neighborhood band playing under the moonlight and sweet olives. Burnt orange horizon and always fun awaiting.
A friend recently told me I have the sex drive of a man – really? – au contraire, I think I have the sex drive of a woman, because the women I know want sex far more frequently then men do. Where does that myth of female sexuality come from? Men, perhaps? A male friend said I have an antiquated notion of man-woman relations because I like my men to initiate – I’m not giving…
I don’t know why it is that people born on November 7 seem to be so special to me. I just found out that Twickler, who did my roof, is going to be 65 on November 7th. I really enjoyed when he was working on the LaLa – he’s wise, uber competent, and a real New Orleans character. W was born on November 7 – early this morning, thinking about W’s birthday coming up I…
L was telling me a story last night whereby there was a suicide and all of the children were disbursed to relatives. Not that I want a suicide but how come kids don’t show up on my front porch is what I want to know? I wonder if when the LaLa is done, if I put a basket by my front door if someone will come leave a kid there for me. Maybe I need…
Thank god I have such strong self-esteem because when a man tells me he prefers tanned, healthy looking women to my pallor and a more natural look to my unnatural red hair all I say to myself is self, I say, la di da, I have beautiful perfect skin and god made a mistake in coloring me a blonde because I was born to be a redhead – all I did was correct the mistake.…