I rushed home from LaVita to brush my teeth and J was coming here to meet me. I had enough time to change my purse so I opted for my furry dachsund bag with the chain handle. When I got to the party – the dog Ansel – (a little too cute for a photographer’s dog name don’t you think?) – kind of smacks of an architect naming his dog Corbu – wait that did…
A perfect Friday night – well make that the whole day – Lara gave me a masasge to end all massages kneading deep into the sides of my back that are so tweaked from crawfishing around on this foot. She is learning my body and her touch is other worldly – although when she accidentally grabbed my toe on my right foot (not remembering I had surgery on that one too) I almost hopped right…
My friend Lisa called me last night and left a message saying “well I know you’re not out dancing after just getting your stitches out” with a little laugh afterwards – ha – guess where I was? Out dancing. Went to a party in Coliseum Square with a fabulous diverse crowd and well, much as I did just get my stitches out – I have happy feet and have to dance – so when the…
Sitting next to E yesterday we both marvelled at how no one knows what is going on. We got started on a conversation about how there is no leadership, which led to some thoughts on how in local government no one person really has a complete understanding of what is going on and what we should do next, which led E to comment that it is the same in law and how he is surprised…
Or more importantly will they get it? I ran into Ernie at the Historic Collection today and we both left wondering about Michael Lewis’ potential book on New Orleans and what that might be. How do you describe New Orleans in a way that makes the rest of the world understand why we choose to live here and why this place – redolent with indolence – resonates for us in such a way that we…
I went to hear Michael Lewis speak this afternoon as one of many authors here for the Tennessee Williams Festival. He was being interviewed at the Historic New Orleans Collection on Royal Street in the French Quarter. Generally, I don’t care much about hearing authors I enjoy reading, talk, because in the past I’ve found I didn’t really want to know about the author personally, because it has colored my reading of their work afterwards.…
G called and wanted me to meet her at La Vita – Y was going to be there. I took a long hot shower and dressed the wounds on my feet and decided not to go anywhere. My mom was MIA, and my feet were hurting, and Arlene had run outside to puke and well, I just needed to be home. I heated up a can of Amy’s lentil soup and sat at my table…
Mom said they had a speaker from nursing home administration come talk to the nurses yesterday. The guy got up and basically gave a speech with the heading – How nurses are failing. Mom said it was horrible, everyone felt horrible, and everything he said was horrible. What kind of asshole makes a presentation to a group of nurses who get up every morning and go tend to our grandparents so we don’t have to…
F and M were at Swirl and so was another M, who I haven’t seen in a while, speculating he has been MIA because he doesn’t want to run into a special someone there. After the tasting, we all went over to La Vita and sat outside for another stellar night on the avenue. It was Murat’s 33rd birthday and he arrived with Ziggy in tow and there was a gigantic cake from Sav-A-Center –…
A friend called to confess to a one-night stand and ask my opinion. Mine? I’m the social arbiter now? I said, as long as you have one, or two, one-night stands then I don’t see any issues, it’s when you are having serial one-night stands that it is a problem.