This morning R saw me and said, “I love that you always have that smile.” Well, if he knew what was behind the smile, perhaps he’d know just how much that smile means. Last night when Vanessa sang a waltz her mother had written years ago called I’m in trouble again, I had to leave the Ogden because I got all welped up and then knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop the…
I was speaking to a photographer who has been doing a lot of New Orleans stories lately and her last was about bounty hunters that she said had her going into areas and filming the poorest parts of this city. She said the poor were barely hanging on here before and now they are even worse. She said this is the story that doesn’t come out about New Orleans now. And I thought great –…
I was emailing back and forth with a source of mine – he is top dog at a media firm in New York and happens to be in New Orleans this weekend and is coming to my party – we go way back, when I first started covering media and he was just a director then not a big ole VIP like he is now. He told me “you’re a dangerous girl” in his last…
Gal Holiday was at the Ogden last night playing to a happy crowd of people who were swaying and smiling to her sunshine sound. The doorman told me we should clear the floor and all dance. It was a nice pick me up as yesterday was another day where I was glued to my computer multitasking beyond human capacity and trying to carve out a moment to think about the bigger picture and my place…
Loca Negra decided in my runaround frenzy yesterday to chew the baseboards in the office – harumph. Today I tried to be Cesar the Dog Whisperer calm and her mood has reflected mine – she has been a perfect angel. I think I’ve got to be the luckiest person in the world to live in my wonderful house, in this fabulous city, surrounded by people I know and love and am just meeting, with my…
There are now 300,000 people living in New Orleans according to the postal delivery statistics. Only 200,000 left to go. I know of two people moving here. So it’s 199,998.
This is a 100-word essay topic that my interviewer wrote and is sending me a copy. She also wrote a similar version about New York years ago in the Pleistocene era. She said, “New Orleans is the type of place where women ask men to dance.” Now didn’t we just come to the grand conclusion that no matter how far we’ve evolved that some things remain the same – in other words, men ask, women…
The photographer shooting that LaLa was just adorable and I said I had lived in San Francisco for 15 years. She said, “Why would you leave?” I said New Orleans is my home. Later in conversation, I said that I felt New Orleans could accommodate my outrageousness. In San Francisco, I always felt like I had to tone it down about 20 notches. She said, “I felt the same way.” She mentioned being up north…
Anne Churchill from Karma Kitchen is cooking at Bacchanal next Friday through Sunday (August 3 through 5): Smaller menu, less attitude, more vegetarian stuff, humanely raised meat. The weather has been so enjoyable at night, it’s the perfect time to catch up with Chris and the whole gang, while enjoying some damn good food. Anne’s cooking is delicious. She’s also cooking for the LaLa house warming.
New Orleans Magazine is coming to photograph the LaLa for its October issue – I am fighting a three month old puppy who has decided all toys must be out, and fur must fly 24/7. The housewarming party is Saturday night and I’m getting a little anxious about everything that has to be done between now and then. Work is its usual juggle of a list of 80 things to do that grows to 100…