New Orleans is always an incredible experience for me. Like a certain spot on jack's fork river in southern missouri or the pacific ocean, it provides sort of a spiritual cleansing; a baptism.
as usual, the stay in the quarter involved a lot of walking, admiration, spending more money than expected on good food and lots of drinks. one night even extended into full-on-flat-out-whiskey-dick-berserker drunkenness.. fun fun.
like my buddies had told me, though, that while its still cool spending time there with yr girl, its not like the madness and wild fun of being there with the boys. for once, i was the tour guide-- i knew the secrets, and if the situation arose, i was the protector. Then again, i was the one who, despite knowing better than to even stop and talk to the bourbon st. hustler, walked away deeply embarrassed. chumped.
we got to see my boys in Morning 40 Federation and after spending half a bill at the bar, they even gave us a ride back to the hotel...about two hours before the taxi came to take us to the airport, where we flew back to reality.
I often say 'people don't change - things change' and that came to mind as i walked around this time. realizing that i still love the city as much as i always did, but i no longer desire to live there.
all the rest is about the same. my hands are like wood. the cracked tips of my fingers hurt from the winter dry. back to the seasonal nightly ritual of supergluing, sanding and then lotion.
thats all i feel like typing right now.
happy gringo holiday.
as usual, the stay in the quarter involved a lot of walking, admiration, spending more money than expected on good food and lots of drinks. one night even extended into full-on-flat-out-whiskey-dick-berserker drunkenness.. fun fun.
like my buddies had told me, though, that while its still cool spending time there with yr girl, its not like the madness and wild fun of being there with the boys. for once, i was the tour guide-- i knew the secrets, and if the situation arose, i was the protector. Then again, i was the one who, despite knowing better than to even stop and talk to the bourbon st. hustler, walked away deeply embarrassed. chumped.
we got to see my boys in Morning 40 Federation and after spending half a bill at the bar, they even gave us a ride back to the hotel...about two hours before the taxi came to take us to the airport, where we flew back to reality.
I often say 'people don't change - things change' and that came to mind as i walked around this time. realizing that i still love the city as much as i always did, but i no longer desire to live there.
all the rest is about the same. my hands are like wood. the cracked tips of my fingers hurt from the winter dry. back to the seasonal nightly ritual of supergluing, sanding and then lotion.
thats all i feel like typing right now.
happy gringo holiday.
lillyjax:
I figured out why SG looked so fucked up for me...for some reason, IE had the pop-up blocker on and when I turned it off, everything was fixed. Now I can see the changes they've made.