Sunday, September 26, 2004
Apparently we are in the place God sends very bad people, a.k.a Alabama. We are amusing ourselves by playing a little game called "spot the hurricane damage". Good times, good times!
We are on our way back from New Orleans - a place that is is totally indescribable to those who have never been. It was nothing like I expected and when people ask what it was I expected, well, I guess it is the New Orleans romanticized by Anne Rice and Concrete Blonde. The Voodoo shops were nothing more than tourist traps. I am sure Marie Laveau would be proud to see her name in neon advertising a store that sells t-shirts that say, "Shuck me, suck me, eat me raw". Who would have thought that a real life shrunken head would be so hard to find in the big easy? I am sure the real deal exist far off the beaten path of Bourbon St. but they do not advertise in the tourist brochures living in the hotel lobby. And if you dont want to earn your beads the old fashioned way you can buy them in bulk at one of the one thousand sixty-seven bead stores that line almost every street of the Quarter.
I suppose that what New Orleans has become is just not me. Sure the alcohol is cheap and the sorority girls even cheaper but the scene is just not my style. Not that I have anything against drunken debauchery but a girl can only take so much. Every night is a carbon copy of the night before - frat boys cajoling girls to show them their titties and stupid girls drinking hurricane after hurricane so they have a viable excuse when daddy spies their little princess on the forty seventh edition of "Girls Gone Wild". It's all very tiring after a short while.
Things that were awesome about New Orleans. The food. OH MY GOD THE FOOD! Sideshow - Harry Anderson's magic and carnie freak shop (will give a rundown of the good purchased there later), our cute boutique hotel and the city itself.
All in all it was a very fun trip. I dont however have any notions of moving there let alone going back for a REALLY long time.
We are on our way back from New Orleans - a place that is is totally indescribable to those who have never been. It was nothing like I expected and when people ask what it was I expected, well, I guess it is the New Orleans romanticized by Anne Rice and Concrete Blonde. The Voodoo shops were nothing more than tourist traps. I am sure Marie Laveau would be proud to see her name in neon advertising a store that sells t-shirts that say, "Shuck me, suck me, eat me raw". Who would have thought that a real life shrunken head would be so hard to find in the big easy? I am sure the real deal exist far off the beaten path of Bourbon St. but they do not advertise in the tourist brochures living in the hotel lobby. And if you dont want to earn your beads the old fashioned way you can buy them in bulk at one of the one thousand sixty-seven bead stores that line almost every street of the Quarter.
I suppose that what New Orleans has become is just not me. Sure the alcohol is cheap and the sorority girls even cheaper but the scene is just not my style. Not that I have anything against drunken debauchery but a girl can only take so much. Every night is a carbon copy of the night before - frat boys cajoling girls to show them their titties and stupid girls drinking hurricane after hurricane so they have a viable excuse when daddy spies their little princess on the forty seventh edition of "Girls Gone Wild". It's all very tiring after a short while.
Things that were awesome about New Orleans. The food. OH MY GOD THE FOOD! Sideshow - Harry Anderson's magic and carnie freak shop (will give a rundown of the good purchased there later), our cute boutique hotel and the city itself.
All in all it was a very fun trip. I dont however have any notions of moving there let alone going back for a REALLY long time.
Friday, September 17, 2004
Getting to spend your birthday at home due to lack of electricity at ye old job is a blessing. I suppose I should bow down to Ivan however I am a tad bitter due to the fact that he chose to piss on some friends and turn their homes into swimming pools. The damage ranges from a few inches of water in finished basements to houses under enough water to where the inhabitants have pretty much lost everything. It's a mess and there are two more hurricanes on the way. I guess I should get started building that arc. Do you think they sell them at Target?
Birthday surprises come in strange packages. My son has to dress up like a character out of a book for school. He wants to be Che Guevara. I wonder if we would get called into the principal’s office if we sent him to school as a gun toting Latino revolutionary/guerrilla fighter? Hrm, I imagine so.
So anyway, Happy birthday to me!
Birthday surprises come in strange packages. My son has to dress up like a character out of a book for school. He wants to be Che Guevara. I wonder if we would get called into the principal’s office if we sent him to school as a gun toting Latino revolutionary/guerrilla fighter? Hrm, I imagine so.
So anyway, Happy birthday to me!
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Love me at least for one day for tomorrow is my birthday, Or so thats what they tell me. And buy me things, or nicer boobs, or a car - I will blow ya if you do. I'm kidding, sort of. Saturday I will be tossing back the Petron in my new fabulous dress and my sexy strappy shoes because I have gradutated to the finer things in life because how shitty would it be having to drink from the well after all the hard work I have done. And next week is New Orleans. I am thankful that GOD decided NOT to drown the tragic city in a bowl. Even though swimming in toxic, human and chemical waste with floating balls of fire ants and exhumed bodies sounded like fantastic fun, I much prefer my hurricans in a glass. So I raise my premium tequila to my friends John and Christian in celebration of the virgins we will always be.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Sunday was our nine year wedding anniversary and I can say with certainty that celebrating your togetherness is a hell of a lot more fun when you actually like the person you are with. Our marriage has been a series of trials and tribulations and I would not take one minute of it back, not even the shit, if given the chance. The heartache we have both endured has done nothing but to fortify our relationship with nine essential vitamins and minerals to give us healthy bones and happy hearts. If I think about how incredibly happy I am I will start to cry. It’s just that good.
Typically for our anniversary we do nothing more than dinner. We are not ones who lavish one another with pointless gifts just for the sake of satisfying that societal rule that dictates when gift giving is appropriate. I would much rather get nothing than a present filled with a nothing sentiment. I am practical that way and I know Johnny K is thankful for that. But this year was a bit different and I found myself in a fit of tears and a whirlwind of emotion Sunday before we even left the driveway for brunch. He told me he got me a gift and that he did not have time to wrap it and that I needed to close my eyes. I felt something being placed into my lap and when I opened my eyes I found a thin CD case laying there. I figured that he made me a cd of our favorite songs but when I heard the first chord I immediately knew that the cd was a million, billion, trillion times more special than I had anticipated. I was awash with emotion as I listened to Johnny K sing the first note to the one song that has been, “our song” since the day we danced to it at our wedding reception. Over the past month he has been spending time with our neighbor recording what I thought were sound bits for an online casino game when in all actuality he was recording our song for our anniversary. It was a fabulous weekend!
Typically for our anniversary we do nothing more than dinner. We are not ones who lavish one another with pointless gifts just for the sake of satisfying that societal rule that dictates when gift giving is appropriate. I would much rather get nothing than a present filled with a nothing sentiment. I am practical that way and I know Johnny K is thankful for that. But this year was a bit different and I found myself in a fit of tears and a whirlwind of emotion Sunday before we even left the driveway for brunch. He told me he got me a gift and that he did not have time to wrap it and that I needed to close my eyes. I felt something being placed into my lap and when I opened my eyes I found a thin CD case laying there. I figured that he made me a cd of our favorite songs but when I heard the first chord I immediately knew that the cd was a million, billion, trillion times more special than I had anticipated. I was awash with emotion as I listened to Johnny K sing the first note to the one song that has been, “our song” since the day we danced to it at our wedding reception. Over the past month he has been spending time with our neighbor recording what I thought were sound bits for an online casino game when in all actuality he was recording our song for our anniversary. It was a fabulous weekend!
