Yesterday, Walter Wolfman played at the Fortier Park Festival – a fundraiser for the triangular park on Esplanade and Ponce de Leon. BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE: Dr. John came and joined him on stage. No lie. I swear I was standing there serving wine (the Ice Queen was taking a break and Sean, the hunk a hunk of burning love boy man was in her place, lots of women were sideling up to the bar…
There is a place on Veterans Boulevard where they repair clocks and sell knives. This is the weirdest place I’ve ever been and I don’t know how to explain it except to say, when you walk through that glass door – time stands still – the glockenspiels go off intermittently shocking you with clanging and bells and music but none of the clocks are set to the real time – every person who works there…
A woman was trying to woo me yesterday by telling me she fights bare fisted with Hispanic men along the bayou. She even showed me her bruises. A whole new twist on Fight Club. And I ain’t joining, let me tell you.
No matter where I turn I find myself a cliche yet again! First, I wanted a child at 36 and was one of THOSE women who want to get pregnant (how gauche). Then I was the 40-year-old woman who had miscarriage after miscarriage and was the poor pathetic always a godmother and never a mom cliche. Then I was the midlife crisis, have an affair with a younger man cliche. And now, I just read…
Yesterday was a vision of life on the geriatric track and then some. Morning time Arlene pee’d on herself three times. After spin class, I was on an errand rampage – Target for paper goods and a Brita for mom, to help her kick the Kentwood habit. The watch shop for a battery for my heart monitor watch since I’m back in the saddle again. A pot to put the Norfolk Pine the boys gave…
I got up and did the zoo – Arlene decided to pee on herself three times, not once. And it was the usual array of issues. But then I started the day with my new plan – SPIN CLASS – and it was great. I walked into a two hour class and was like, uh, no way, but the guy said to leave just after an hour. So I had a great class and then…
On the first day of spring, it is snowing in New York and nice and warm back home where I’m headed. Last night, I was trying on a sundress and didn’t want to ask Cesar what he thought, so I asked an elderly woman sitting right outside the dressing room who had been on the phone updating a blow by blow of the shopping trip she was on with her granddaughter. She said, “Nah, the…
I woke this morning expecting a nice day in NY before taking off for New Orleans but looked at the window to grey and light snow falling. I stayed at the Hilton this time instead of the beloved Muse and it made all the difference – I’ve had a bloody nose and haven’t gotten a good night sleep. The Hilton has some international student conference going on so claustrophobia to get on or off the…
I don’t remember who said that but I like that as a motto for life. One woman can live many lives in one lifetime. I had dinner with someone who is marrying at 45 and going to try for another baby. Wow. Speaking of babies, we got an email back that two African American women pregnant with baby girls are looking for someone to adopt but alas, not gay someones, just hetero someones. I can’t…
Women galore are wearing metallic shoes in New York City – really they look so unbelievably tacky – bronze, pewter okay but gold and silver – yikes!