When the heat wave passed through California weeks ago, I said those are not happy cows – the 15,000 cows that died – it was a joke, kind of, but no one here in New Orleans understood the reference. You’d have to see the local Happy Cow commercials – http://www.realcaliforniacheese.com/ – they dominate the California airwaves.
I’ve been doing a rain dance so that it stays dry enough for Vic to come back from vacation on Tuesday and finish my roof – not to mention getting the windows in. But this morning on my way to Pilates the sky opened up. K wanted me to “pick a day, either Saturday or Sunday, to go work with him on the house.” He said I could paint the windows – I said I am a lousy painter. He said he’d teach me. I said I don’t want to learn how to paint. He called just now – I didn’t take his call.
G and I went over to MOE’s and got a gelato – we were looking for a way to overcome a hangover from too much Rose last night. She brought Tess draped with a make shift pearl collar/leash and I brought the Bean. It’s actually quite nice to sit at those tables on Esplanade and people watch. The gelato is good enough – I had chocolate and coconut and she had creme caramel. She read my blog and pondered the “maneater” reference – what does it really mean? And if anyone wants to label – there is usually a label for the person doing the labelling anyway – so again I ask what does it mean?
B showed up to make groceries and we called him over. I could tell he wanted to stay and chat but he had to get to a ring ceremony at Jesuit.
K is calling again right now – it’s 8:30. What goes on?
After lollygagging in the overcast breezy wonderful day, G mentioned that Wit’s End had gourmet pizza – so when B left we hatched a plan to go eat our way out of this hangover. May I just say – the pizza at Wit’s End is delicious. As a sports bar it was way better than Finn’s where we watched the Saint’s game the other day – while there the LSU game came on and a crowd formed. It is located in such a devastated part of Carrollton, it was good to see the place look better than it did before. And with Brocato’s opening soon, and the conversion of Robert’s into a Walgreens – little by little, progress.
G dropped me off at the Can and I watched Friends With Money – the third of the Holofcener movies that I bought used since I couldn’t find a bloody rental place here that had them – which is ridiculous – really. It was interesting to watch all the mini dramas within the drama:
K is calling again. Unbelievable. Why can’t he find someone else to be obssessed about?
Here were the dramas – Jennifer Anniston is obssessed with a married man she was seeing who professed his love and now has not called her; she sleeps with a guy who doesn’t look at her while he’s fucking her; Catherine Keener’s husband is a self-centered bastard so she leaves him; Frances McDormand’s weary and listless because she realizes that this is it, nothing is going to get too much better than this; Joan Cusack is blissfully married to a wealthy man. Well, as for the last drama, I don’t know if that is relevant.
I think we solved some of the world’s problems this afternoon, plus, maybe, some of our issues were laid out on the table to only be looked at for a mere second and then folded back in where they lay dormant until they can animate themselves without our even having to summon them.
N text me that there is an 80% chance of rain on Tuesday. L called to round up the night’s events with R. But I couldn’t find my cell phone for the entire afternoon till I realized I had thrown it away accidentally.
When G and I stopped at the LaLa to show her the bathroom floors, we saw L with A and the dogs across the bayou. It was so wonderful being on the porch and watching people go by on the bayou.
Having both admitted to a love of the Bywater when we first met, we changed our minds now and concluded that MidCity – bar none – is possibly the best place to live in the entire world. Again, we are lucky lucky lucky.
I told G to feel free to confront T about calling her a maneater. It’s a dog eat dog world sometimes.