|Cause mrpeenee likes to be stylin’ when he’s suffering through airport purgatory.|
People of Earth, I know what very few posts I am able to scratch up here have lately turned into two flavors:
- I’m going to New Orleans
- I just got back from New Orleans.
This time I just skipped the “I’m going to New Orleans” part and I’m here to report I’m back. Surely you missed me. And was the old place charming as ever? Why yes, yes it was. Thanks for asking. I had a great deal (possibly excessive) of deliciousness, including duck gumbo at a fancy place and shrimp remoulade at a decidedly not fancy place dear to my evil little heart.
I also got to hang out in a bar called Lafitte’s for their Tired Old Disco Night with Jason from Night is Half Gone. Too fabulous, I only wish you could have been there. The old darling really is charming, you know. He assures us all the miscreants he teaches are wild for Beowulf this semester. I’m skeptical, but he swears it.
He and I are were able to impress Secret Agent Fred with our in-depth knowledge of the song One Night in Bangkok. I thought everyone knew it was from some odd Broadway musical named Chess about a real chess tournament held, logically, in Bangkok and written by the ABBA guys. Didn’t you?
Fred brought along his boyfriend (yes, it’s true, he’s off the market. Sorry.) who’s very fond of a snort or two so when Fred got bored standing around my house there watching me enthuse over drywall installation, I could send them off for drinkies and everyone was happy.
I particularly was happy because, at long last, drywall has been hung and you can now actually see the shape and size of the rooms. Big, big yay.
|After, with the new exterior paint and the dumpster box out front which has apparently become a neighborhood fixture.|
|The back rooms before all the walls were ripped out to make one huge ass room.|
|Huge ass room|
|Huge ass ceiling of huge ass room. And get off that beam, I paid too much for you to use it as a catwalk.|