Zulu was awesome – I haven’t been to the parade in years, decades – we walked up as the parade was staging and getting ready to roll from Claiborne turning down Jackson. We cut over to Willow because the girls couldn’t throw until they actually made the turn – on Willow and Jackson we were in a sea of black faces, which made Zulu feel more like a neighborhood parade – a la Endymion –…
Fat Tuesday started off with a bang as I rushed the angels to get it together and get out the door before Zulu rolled. We had one goal for the day – to be open – for whatever Mardi Gras was to bring our way. We were loaded up with a magnum of Leroy Duvall and fresh orange juice and lots of open-ness – lots of it!
A typical Monday in a not so typical week – up with the dogs, at my desk for 7AM for a conference call that happened two hours earlier, run out the door for one o’clock to go to a bridal luncheon serving red beans and rice at Ernie K-Doe’s Mother In Law lounge. Hop on another conference call right as the second line parade comes marching up – mute – then later Swirl to offer…
In a few minutes, Taylor will pass through this world into the next and all of our hearts turn to Beth who is left with just his memory. Again I say, dogs don’t live long enough and some people live too long. Goodbye Taylor, you were loved.
I went to China in the Golden Year of the Pig – I am a Pig. I met with the I Ching master and he said “you have very good luck in love from the 8th of August till the 7th of October.” Remarkably, on Oct 7th, I saw someone in a different light. The he said “from December 6 till January 5th, you will be lucky in love.” Well that was a tumultuous time…
Last night we watched that incredibly exciting Superbowl and cheered to have our native boy Manning win the game! Then we came back to my house and watched the L Word. I was speaking to someone on Saturday night about how the L Word kind of depresses me in the same way that Sex in the City used to – it’s all about girls wanting so desperately to find intimacy and yet striking out in…
Go Tay, I whisperIn his soft ear; time to goSay goodbye to Beth
Sometimes I just want to take some good old fashioned bricks and hit myself upside the head until I can think clearly. But I can’t think clearly. I thought about the picture of yesterday in its sum as I laid in bed this morning, unwilling to get up. I kept getting caught in someone else’s agenda instead of hanging back and formulating my own agenda. But I get so wishy washy because really, what would…
Last night in mid-pawty, Y comes running inside and says there is a girl lying prone on the bayou and something is very very wrong. I go running out there and find this beautiful young woman in the baby pose sobbing out of her mind into her cellphone, her purple, green and gold boa wrapped all around her like a prison. Frank, don’t say that…what did I do?…no Frank, nooooo, don’t break up with me…..Frank,…
There is this thing that has everyone’s lips and hearts locked, it is called fear and it’s having a new renaissance. Ivette was saying I’m a new millennium woman – bring home the bacon, cook it up in a pan, and never ever let you forget your it. She said Nancy in Puerto Rico is a new millennium woman as well. What is a new millennium woman to do if she spreads her wings and…