When I last left my fearless reader, I was suddenly approached with a Decision. To go to a parade, or to (gasp!) miss a parade? What a cliffhanger. J and I mulled it over for about 20 minutes (maybe half an hour) before making our final decision. We had already programmed ourselves into the mindset…
Tag: New Orleans
The Fine China
My lips have not graced the smooth cool rim of an actual glass while drinking a beverage in a very long time. Since Mardi Gras, in fact. Well, save for the occasional cup of hot tea, or coffee, which is a fairly rare occurrence between late May and sometime in mid-October. See, not only was…
Poolside Pussyfootin’
My streetcar trundles down Carondelet and past Indulge Island Grill every morning on the way to work. Indulge had always looked fairly innocuous and not like very much at all – it mainly continued to catch my eye because of the pirate sign hanging over the door. I had no idea they had a courtyard…
Dorothy’s Feet Were Killing Her
I have been obsessed with the Merry Old Land of Oz since I was a kid. Not too uncommon across generations, really. But my drive to want to BE there, in that childlike world-of-pretend sort of way, that way where you make every recess game another world, where you live it in your thoughts and…
Random Fruit
When you encounter a certain thing once, it is considered a novelty. When you come across a similarity later, in a different place, it becomes a running trend and you start to wonder if there is something going on…some under-culture or something that you just don’t know about. In all my years of beating the…
Ghost Tag
My husband was poked in the butt by a ghost-child the other night. This was on Thursday, and we were at the Bourbon Orleans Hotel for an event: “A Taste ‘n Toast to Our Armed Services.” I found myself in possession of tickets to this Navy League soiree a couple days earlier. One of my…
Portrait of a Sunday (and a Monday Morning)
The rain was blowing sideways off the Mississippi River when we got in line to get into Cafe du Monde. I turned my red umbrella sideways to block it, and waited patiently with a dry head and a drenched grey skirt. The trick to sitting at a table in Cafe du Monde, you see, is…
Commander’s Palace
Evening before last, my husband picked up his phone and called Commander’s Palace to make a reservation for three to Saturday’s Jazz Brunch. Yes, 11:00 a.m. would be perfect, thank you. After they’d taken his name and signed the deal, he hung up with a somewhat shocked and slightly smug little look on his face. …
Playing Tourist
When you move to a city that you used to be your go-to Happy Vacation Place, occasionally playing tourist is an important thing to do. Think about it – once upon a time, you had this one place you were completely in love with, and would escape the day-to-day drudgery of your real life by…
Follow Your Crazy 