Another day older and deeper in sweat. It was a fabulous bike ride this morning – my entire entourage was somewhere else and I was out in Kenner and this guy almost ran smack into me, so I just smiled and said hello and then he followed me home. Well not home, but all the way back – he had just come from biking in Oregon and was talking about how beautiful it is out…
One of the couples at my porch party last night was a Match.com date. He asked me if I am on Match and I said no. Then she told me, I am on Match because the photo she uploaded was one with me in it and she said, “it’s a real bad picture of you, but it’s such a good picture of me.” What goes on? Anyway the date turned out to be a nice…
Down here in New Orleans, if the porch light is on, come on down – I started with one drop in, then two and now another on the way. It’s the magic of the porch.
Great quote by Oscar Wilde – last night I took a break to run back to the LaLa and show someone the house. We sat on the terrace and looked up at the stars and a butterfly flew by and it made us both gasp to see this beautiful creature out at night. My friend said butterflies are icons of happiness and I said they are icons of freedom. The caterpillars mate and die –…
The artistry of an overactive mind is a rich fantasy life – as many people as I interact with on a daily basis, it’s amazing to me the conversations and interactions that go on solely in my mind with people who have been fleshed out almost like in a novel – pretty soon real life intersects with this fantasy life and sometimes I find myself taking comments out of context because I can’t discern which…
Last night, flush with memories of Turkey, I dolled up and went out to have some fun and fun was had, indeed. We did the Friday Swirl tasting and picked up a few people for our entourage and then onto Juan’s for a late night snack and then we headed to Bank Street Bar to listen to Egg Yolk Jubilee – how fun were they! I danced with this guy that made dancing seem like…
Two vultures sitting on a branch – one looks at the other and says, “Fuck this, I’m going to kill something.”
The dogs and I are walking in the dark around the bayou in the mornings now since the days are growing shorter. We came across a woman I know who lives on the other side of the bayou – she was wearing a shirt with Canseco’s written on it – the new grocery store – I said “what are you doing?” – she said “headed to work.” I said “you work at Canseco’s” – and…
Sigh – Starting a Wit’s Inn, which was so LOUD and so smoky, we watched the kick off to grand applause and gesture. Next, Bacchanal, where three employees sat around a borrowed television (we left promptly), to Vaughn’s, where we walked into a packed house of people with eyes peeled on us (not really, the television was right where the door is), we made our grand entrance, got to the bar, and ordered drinks and…
The day started picking up from the malaise that colored the early morn – I had a sorta productive day reaching sources – and then had a nice albeit short visit on my porch with a friend and a Coca Cola or as we like to say here Coke Cola – then a tough round at Pilates – and now off to cheer the Saints – Geaux Saints!!!