There’s a King Cake in the breakroom because one of the pretty girls who works here is from New Orleans. She sent a message warning people about the plastic baby inside the food, and suddenly I remembered the song we used to sing in high school theatre about King Cake: Continue reading
i amy have eaten a river rat
I had wanted to go to Cafe Du Monde for cafe au lait and beignets. The line was around the corner. We parked and walked until we found Cafe Beignet. That was good enough for us. I liked them a lot. Beignets taste a lot like funnel cakes. They are fried dough with powdered sugar on top. I asked for some honey to put on them. This was unheard of and no one seemed to think it was a good idea. I think I’ve just created the new New Orleans rage.
we were all feeling a bit grimy
I woke up feeling a little worn and tattered. We quickly went to eat at the Court of Two Sisters, where we had a wonderful brunch and sat in the shade and listened to jazz music. I started to feel a bit more like myself. We did more walking and watched some of the street performers do their thing. We shopped at the market, where we scored on souvenirs. I noticed that we weren’t hit up for money so much anymore. Kevin and Charlotte got pretty tired, so they headed back. Eric and I walked around some more. We found a costume shop, where I tried on a short wig. It was a burgundy color. Eric and I both liked it a lot. We thought about buying it, but mostly just decided that if I had to cut and color my hair for Polaroid Stories, I’d see what they thought about burgundy. Someone stopped us on the street to ask if we were from New Orleans. I liked that we were starting to look like locals. We walked around and ate a little and then took a cab back. We went to dinner and we all decided that we were a little worn and tired of walking around. We got some beer, bought some cards and sat on the balcony and played cards all night. For some reason, I won many hands. It must be the gris-gris I bought Kevin that jinxed him.
“Lawrdy, it’s hot.” I looked over at Kevin. He was covered in sweat.
It was time to get some sleep. We had an early morning the next day.
my initial impressions
We got into New Orleans late last night. The plane was late getting out of Houston because they had “cargo on board that had to remain in Houston.” I shouted out to the plane, “Okay, who brought the drugs?” but no one answered. I calculated that staying on the ground for an hour and a half has cost us over thirty dollars in drinking and laughs. When the plane takes off they start offering drinks. Eric gets a beer and I order a white russian. The drinks are on the house… or plane. Whatever, they’re free.
and xeney tried to start some shit
I am so tired. This whole week every day I get up I’m just a little more tired. Last night was long– after work I went straight to rehearsal and then we had a performance. I hadn’t eaten, and I was really tired and mopey. The place where we were booked was next to empty, so I volunteered to be a “laugher,” since the cast seriously outweighed the house. Thankfully, they decided that was a good idea, so I drank glass after glass of water and yelled suggestions and laughed. Three hours later at midnight I was on my way home. I picked up some dinner, ate it, talked with Eric for a while and then we went to sleep. It feels like I never got to sleep at all.
I had one of those dreams where you weren’t really sure you were dreaming and even after you’re awake you have to keep convincing yourself it was just a dream. I mentioned that we got digital cable last week. Well, last night when we came home the television and the cable box wouldn’t turn on. You could go right up to the television and press the “power” button and nothing would happen. After checking all of the connections I called the cable company and they sent some sort of signal and it turned everything back on. We didn’t even watch anything. We just went right to sleep. This explains (in some part) my dream.
but mostly bill pullman
It’s official.I’ve received my best e-mail ever. Here it is, in all it’s glory: