It was a typical Sunday around here – a 25-mile bike ride to the lakefront. Lunch at Parkway – fried catfish on a bun and oyster poboy with Zapp’s – Brocato’s to pick up dessert for our Mother’s Day brunch – rum babas, coconut horseshoes with chocolate dipped tips, and mini cannolis. We all pitched in and made a delicious lunch of Chinese noodles and chicken, Russian egg salad with dill, and Shrimp with leftover…
You can find fried chicken. Saturday was spent doing the usual out of town visit – Pimm’s Cups at the Napoleon House, heavy lunch at NOLA (good not great), shopping at UAL (great), prefaced by a nice walk through City Park. By evening, we were offered food for the gods – Grits and Grillades courtesy of Roy. Yum Yum Yum.
Last night we headed to Swirl – a place literally where everyone knows your name – for a town that can sometimes seem so incestuous, so claustrophobic, so stifling, here you delight in the opposite – showing up at our town hall on Friday nights – Swirl – and seeing many groupings of friends and acquaintances, past love interests gone awry or unfulfilled – there’s even a new dog on the scene, Taylor’s successor is…
Don’t think because she’s here that I’m not appreciating every single minute and worrying about every second she will be away again – because dear reader I am. I keep trying to relax into a scenario that is “this is us twenty years from now, thirty years from now,” but you never know what life is going to hand you and when it gives you love on a silver platter (albeit with a chip in…
A power walk through the park this morning with Loca on one hand and Flower on the other and a state of the union check – there is not world enough and time – so you have to change yourself. I told her that I’ve heard from one too many a person that at my age is when the years start clicking by in the blink of an eye. I can’t stop time but I…
Flower arrived in the midst of a work maelstrom – too busy to spit – and so after a brief porch hang, we went to Donna’s to hear Evan Christopher, who has had a steady gig there on Thursday nights. For $10 you hear world class music in an intimate setting on Rampart Street. This is why you have to love New Orleans. You walk off your porch and in five minutes you are listening…
I’m convinced of a do it yourself world since once again my encounter with any form of contractor has proven to be most unsavory. Painters returned to fix the complete f-u in T’s office and we discovered that they never even mixed the pigment in the paint to begin with – this is after countless conversations, printed out instructions – OMG! – I just can’t deal with any worker again. Now T is going to…
T bought a car now that she is a MidCity dweller and needs to get uptown. It’s a Toyota Matrix and it’s perfect – compact, yet spacious.
Bam Bam joined our family today. He is a grey six year old cat whose mistress, Rachel, died after a year long illness. He is slate grey but his fur bleached to almost blonde since he moved from an indoor cat to an outdoor cat the last year as Rachel had been in and out of the hospital. He’s a sweetie and is under my desk right now. We’re isolating him from the terror (read:…
The streets are blocked off down to the right of us as they are filming “I Love Phillip Morris” with Jim Carey on the corner of Harding Drive and Dumaine St.