The meeting about the Odyssey house was actually better than expected – there was a contingent who were beligerent – KS and her husband – actually booing me when I spoke – but whatyagonnado? In the end, we welcome recovering addicts into our neighborhood – surely they have more going for them than addicts? Right?
G and I went to Chickie Wah Wah afterwards and E met us there for the Stanton Moore Trio – the band was good and tight.
C circled and introduced himself to me in a most interesting manner – 100% Coonass from Port Sulphur – very hot – gorgeous mouth – he walked up and said you have “great junk in your trunk” and I just turned, and said, excuse me, but you have coopted my language here. He turned out to be quite entertaining and engaging for a youngster. He said he would make me the best gumbo I ever ate in my life, and afterwards I would never want him out of my sight. I know this – I could get used to men cooking for me for a change, but sigh, I just can’t be a cougar – could we just get off the young boy, older woman theme for a while – because I always have to play the part of the older woman in that act.
D, the owner, walked G and I to our car, which was a good thing, since we are totally in the dark around there post-Katrina.