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I got dipped at Bacchanal!

We drove over to Bacchanal and when we walked in Chris – the owner – said where have you been – I just went to bed at 10AM this morning – and then he asked me to dance and dipped me all the way down to the floor. We did this about five times and finally G and I got a Seghesio Zinfandel and I bought that terrific French champagne that is so salty from…

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Felix and the oyster

G and I stopped at Felix’s and got oysters and a salad. My dad used to go to Felix’s in the Quarter and eat about six dozen oysters but for G and I – a dozen was good enough. A young boy, I call them now sippy cups, sat next to me and engaged in conversation and I said you know what – too young to >>> – is all I could say.

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I walked the floors

The LaLa’s floors are perfect and pristine – that in and of itself makes me somewhat nuts – because they will not stay the way they are right at this moment. So I creeped inside to turn off the lights that Julio left on in every room and in my stocking feet I went through and photographed the house. My home. It’s incredible.

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It’s morning time and I miss your …

I got up late having had a fitful sleep – a sleep that was interrupted by dreams of my asshole neighbors contesting my fence (which James is supposed to erect on Monday), of the screen moldings that I did such a lousy job priming, of so many other things that I have no control over – all enough to start my day with an anxiety rush that could paralyze less than the average bear. Then…

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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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