Swirl was fun last night, particularly with the menorahs all blazing and lots of yummy wine. We took some wine and went and sat out in Alcee Fortier park – it was a gorgeous December evening and someone had strung white tiny lights on makeshift Christmas trees in the park and across the street in front of Cafe Degas there was a tree with red lights. All so beautiful. While we were lighting the menorah, the carolers were singing in the park.
Beth and Kerry gave me a bottle of Alto Moncayo, which we drank later at TL’s house. This morning after Pilates, I went by CC’s for some coffee and saw M, who was with us, I sat and had coffee with him and we went to go see my house. I was telling him all the travails because he is renovating a house right now too. I told him the house was making me suicidal and he said, “sell it.”
Once we went through the house – he said, you can’t sell it. This house is you.
See what I mean – the LaLa is nutty and I’m the LaLa.