Nagin – Meet the new Mayor, he’s a lot like the old Mayor
Went to throw away my vote Saturday morning and then picked up G to take her to Bacchanal to get some wine for a dinner party she was going to – we hooked up with M there and decided to do a tasting which was actually some good wines, then of course, others came – A being the completion of the group and everyone had to buy the table a bottle and so we stayed for the rest of the afternoon. M has a new contract for a horror movie that I asked for a cameo in – a screaming cameo. A showed us her tatoo of a lotus with waves behind it that is a post-Katrina tatoo – the lotus symbolizes that from adversity comes knowledge. She described the tatoo her husband C has – only it is still in outline form – but it is an entire narrative of the Katrina experience from his shoulder down to his hand. C came later and we saw it first-hand. I met again another A, who is a dwarf, she told us about a movie “Midgets from Uranus” that sounded very odd but then who’s to say.
G and I caught up on everything over the last week and made plans for our business venture. Meanwhile one of the women at the table told us about her open marriage to her husband – G said she could understand since she has attention deficit with men anyway – later G and I both agreed when we left, more power to her, but tough row to hoe. Since we lingered so long – N, the Snake and L showed up with the entire nolafugee.com contingency as S&S were getting married in the garden. G and I played wedding crashers and then finally left.
And then the votes started coming in.
So Nagin is the “new” mayor – not what I expected, but there is a possible silver lining – if it sends a message to the black community to come back and rebuild in New Orleans – otherwise New Orleans is again on its own to face the ’06 hurricane season, to face the rest of the United States who forgets why New Orleans matters other than as a place to drink, and to face our obstacles here on the home front – a place where garbage never seems to get collected, where funding evaporates, where progress stagnates. The city that care forgot.
I call it a place with atmospheric valium as it has a calming effect on my otherwise hyper drive.
A and I came up with a coffee table book idea that we are going to look into – she text her photographer friend and he said yes to all of it – so now to proceed – so many business ventures, so little time. I called P to come spend a day with my windows and E answered and said they were at a wedding in California – I told her to get on her knees for me and tell P that I needed him – just one day – and she said she would. The Snake came by and talked me out of a decision for the LaLa that was going to become costly and timely and so I breathed a sigh of relief and will proceed accordingly. I’m spending the day there today sweeping and cleaning up and getting ready for the floor guys to come on Monday. Mom is coming by and I’m picking up sandwiches at MOE’s, which has finally opened and is a little too tempting with its gelato station.
I’ve given up on the time table for the LaLa – end of June, no way – end of summer, who knows – before, after, during a hurricane, most likely – I’m now convinced I have to oversee getting everything done right so that it doesn’t need to be fixed or redone later and that is my true calling here.