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Sick of the bad press

Driving around town all I see are bumper stickers that say in living color – I LOVE NEW ORLEANS. I am so tired of the rest of the world thinking that we are pathetic down here. Today the New York Times printed this article – another unbelievably solipsistic view of what everyone would like to believe is truly going on down here. Run for the hills – New Orleans is flushing itself down the Mississippi…

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It never ends

In my last weeks of getting the LaLa ready I keep muttering under my breath – it never ends – because I have been inundated with minutiae – and I feel like I am swimming through jello – and so the other day when it was all crashing down around me and I was muttering, it never ends, I realized yes, it does. You die, it ends. There it is. So today when David was…

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These dreams of you, so real and so true

Ran over to Metairie to see the doctor for a post-op on my foot surgery I am having in March. On the way, I stopped at my mom’s and brought her the chocolates and flowers I had gotten for her and didn’t bring on Valentine’s Day because that day was so hijacked by other agendas. She said – I dreamed you came over and had flowers and chocolates and when you arrived just now it…

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Muses – best parade in Mardi Gras

If any krewe comes close to the creativity and design of Muses – I’d like to know who. The lit up shoes, the butterflies, and then the SUPER UBER MUSES SHOE float that changes colors – good god – it was gorgeous. Went to a party on Jena and from there made our way to the parade – got there right as St. Aug was cranking and coming down the street – someone in our…

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Bank of Rachel

I got to the LaLa this morning and Giovanni basically had brought Jesus in to “help” him. I said no, I am not the Bank of Rachel, much as everyone believes I am around here. He got very insulted and said that he wasn’t trying to rip me off and that Jesus was going to help him. I said no, I am not paying him. I did pay Jesus for two hours of work and…

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