Yesterday morning we made our way to La Vita to have brunch and I got a call from mom that she had fallen and was going to the emergency room to have stitches. What? So I brought J to meet G and left for Metairie to take her into East Jefferson – a hospital I have come to loathe – it is dismal and the people working there even depress me. When I got to…
Even the dead still speak about us here and now, and then: “I don’t believe in dullness. I believe in passion and wonder and excitement. I believe in people having a storm in their hearts, a great big furious storm that sweeps all trivialities away like scraps of paper or dead leaves.” — from Tennessee Williams’ Mister Paradise
Headed in Swirl on Friday I ran right into P&E – my neighbors from General Pershing back in 1988. They said they were just talking about me to Chris over at Bacchanal because they were reminiscing about neighbors – but in particular our neighbor who lived on the left of me. She had a dog she called Mother (only because it had a litter a week) who lived under her house and during one particularly…
We were going to head to Chickie Wah Wah last night but the band was not about dancing and that is what we wanted to do. So we went by La Vita and caught up with the girls and sure enough found dancing there. We got home late and J still had her little dinner party going on and was out in the front yard sitting around the table listening to music. J and I…
We went to August last night for the beginning of my birthday celebration and had what I call the menage a fois – YUM – the dining room has been reconfigured yet again but is gorgeous with its chandeliers and dark wood and oversized windows. My entree was the gnocchi with truffles – fabulous as only Besh could do it – need I say more?
Friday, I took J through the routine – walked from the LaLa across the Magnolia Bridge to wine tasting at the Pitot House, then to the packed house of Swirl on a Friday night, moseying over to LaVita to get the prime table, and have everyone join in – the Turks, the Farris’s, the Italians, the whole community all out for the night. I just read in the Lagniappe that Angel who owns Lola said…
I struggle with laws as I was raised by a maverick man who chose not to follow any conventional path except that he became a doctor – and even in that he was intuitive more than disciplined. But yesterday after J and I left CC’s and walked back around the bayou with the Bean on our way back to LaLa we saw a black lab jump in and go after the mama duck with her…
Friday I got my hair cut by Scott Reynaud and I have to say it is the haircut I’ve been wanting for the past two decades – lots of long layers with lift – the perfect answer to long thick hair. G came across his name from someone she knew and after seeing her cut I said I’ll try him – he said something interesting that keeps rolling over and over in my mind –…
I think people live in San Francisco, ney, I know people live in San Francisco, because they love the anonymity there. I loathed it. I enjoyed knowing my neighbors and being social – it is at the core of who I am. When I was coming back to the LaLa from walking Arlene, Ms. Marie was on my side of the bayou and she said, “when I evacuated, I stayed with my son and I…