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Made it back from New Orleans last night...just in time to escape the absolute pandemonium that was beginning. It was a very good trip, though. We got all that needed to be done on the case wrapped up and then spent the rest of the time wandering around the French Quarter with all the other turistas. My brain's still not functioning well enough to coherently piece everything together so I'm resorting to the list of highlights.
1. Got called "honey" and "sweetie" by almost everyone I spoke to...and didn't mind it at all.
2. Lit a candle for my grandmother in St. Louis Cathedral.
3. Had the obligatory one-sided (they talk, I nod my head) conversations with the freaks sitting next to me on the plane (I attract those sorts when I travel and am usually too polite to tell them to fuck off...I'm convinced, however, that businessmen belong to a secret society of the most perverted humans on the planet.)
4. Wandered through old cemeteries.
5. Talked to a guy who paints tits & asses on Bourbon Street for a living.
6. Met a nice pagan boy and left him smitten.
7. Caroused with some of New Orleans' Finest.
8. Graciously fended off drunken dickheads of varying degrees.
9. Harvested a bunch of Mardi Gras beads, whooped and hollered with all the parade-goers.
10. Decided against having my tarot cards read, but purchased a new set for myself.
11. Got to bed at a semi-decent hour almost every night.
12. Drank lots of good coffee and ate lots of good food.
13. Let my hair kink and curl in the humidity with no apologies.
14. Admired all the Goth kids in their self-conscious attempts at casual finery. Something poignantly sweet about that--trying so hard to look like you're not trying.
15. Smelled the flowers.
16. Missed my babies.
It was really a wonderful trip, aside from the business part of it. I am glad to be home and looking forward to napping with my kids for the rest of the weekend.
1. Got called "honey" and "sweetie" by almost everyone I spoke to...and didn't mind it at all.
2. Lit a candle for my grandmother in St. Louis Cathedral.
3. Had the obligatory one-sided (they talk, I nod my head) conversations with the freaks sitting next to me on the plane (I attract those sorts when I travel and am usually too polite to tell them to fuck off...I'm convinced, however, that businessmen belong to a secret society of the most perverted humans on the planet.)
4. Wandered through old cemeteries.
5. Talked to a guy who paints tits & asses on Bourbon Street for a living.
6. Met a nice pagan boy and left him smitten.
7. Caroused with some of New Orleans' Finest.
8. Graciously fended off drunken dickheads of varying degrees.
9. Harvested a bunch of Mardi Gras beads, whooped and hollered with all the parade-goers.
10. Decided against having my tarot cards read, but purchased a new set for myself.
11. Got to bed at a semi-decent hour almost every night.
12. Drank lots of good coffee and ate lots of good food.
13. Let my hair kink and curl in the humidity with no apologies.
14. Admired all the Goth kids in their self-conscious attempts at casual finery. Something poignantly sweet about that--trying so hard to look like you're not trying.
15. Smelled the flowers.
16. Missed my babies.
It was really a wonderful trip, aside from the business part of it. I am glad to be home and looking forward to napping with my kids for the rest of the weekend.
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Welcome back
I missed you.
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WOW!!! Does he just stop women on the street and jump out with his paintbrush, ripping off their clothing and painting their tits and asses?? Or does he ask them first?? Aren't there laws against this kind of behavior? And they pay him? Wow...... Last time I tried to paint someone's tit she smacked me. Wow. So like.. women on Bourbon Street walk around with blue asses and tits? Or does he do multicolors?
Hmmmmm...
Danny
Silly, yet impressed.
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Yay Cate's home!
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Once upon a time, I lived in New Orleans. Until a few years ago, still had family there so I'd go back periodically..... but eventually that's all dwindled, so I'm left with no excuse to go back.
It's one of my favorite cities.
And your post makes me hungry for soft-shelled crab, and oyster po-boys.
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rock on for goig to mardi gras in new orleans! sounds like a blast. :)
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Whoopie!!!
you've definately been missed.
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Even Better
p.s. You need a woman....like, NOW!! Hehe! ; )
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ahhhh
i guess you will have to post extra this week to make up for your absence last week.
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I'm flattered that you remember me fondly, but I'm begining to wonder if I'll forever be refered to as 'the snortmeister'.
(I'm kidding of course. I've been celebrating the impending end to the war zone that IS my home.)
:)
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clearly not in the brave new world of the digital cocktail party.
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just call me fred
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There she be!
T'was a bumpy ride without ye! Welcome, welcome, a thousand welcomes back!
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