My cousin E is in town with her husband K for his 40th birthday. I picked them up at the Monteleone and brought them to Midcity where we bummed around. I showed them the LaLa and they were duly impressed. We hung out at the Can and did some twist and caught up – giggling and reminiscing.
We went back to the Quarter – Napoleon House for a Pimm’s Cup then walked to the Pelican Club for crabcakes, scallops on artichokes, brisket and foie gras raviolis, and seafood cocktail as well as Cosmopolitans – then to the Marigny – Marigny Brasserie where we had cucumber Cosmos and K said there was nothing on the menu he liked and I pinned him down cuz he had said KPaul’s, Muriel’s, and now Brasserie had nothing he thought was interesting – and I was beside myself – dude, I said to him, this is one of the top three cuisines in the world, not the US, the world, dig?, there is French, Japanese and New Orleans cuisine – this is haute cuisine – you can’t find this anywhere else – so I ordered fried green tomatoes with lump crabmeat and a tangy remoulade sauce and a cobbler made with shrimp and mirlton and FORCED him to take a bite – did we clean the plate? – uh yeah – then to Snug Harbor – then he wanted to go the casino so a little after midnight I dropped them off and went my own way. Got a phone call to meet C for a drink, but bet on my bed instead.
It’s Misery Tour today and then he wants to watch the Florida game for his birthday so I’m begging off and going to see Abby #2 – but somewhere in here I am going to take the J-man to the playground for an hour since I haven’t spent time with him in a while.
I woke this morning from a long rambling dreaming night that involved TL, N, and W. I lay in bed this morning, lingering, since I’ve moved to a 10:30 Pilates class instead of 8 – I felt the hole in my heart – could actually feel the wind rattling through the tear – the square hole I wanted someone to patch in another dream – what’s missing there is a little boy, soon to be 7 years old, who has that piece of my heart in his back pocket.
I hate you, Monster N – you bastard son of a bitch – bloody mother fucking asshole – I hate you to the core. You want to talk Flame On? You have no idea.