NOLA

I am back from New Orleans. After a crazy and exhausting day at the airport (isn't it always?!) I have finally arrived. Yes, the temperature is more than half of what it was in New Orleans but it feels good to be back. I'm looking forward to taking a bath and washing the paint, saw dust, polyurethane, wood stain, and cigarette smoke from my body.

I sweat a whole lot, recieved a whole lot of kisses and hugs from a 71 year old lady who lost everything that she had, ate a buttload of gumbo, jumbalaya, alligator sausage, crawfish etoufee, danced like an idiot to insane music, listened to an incredible brass band, I even used a whole bunch of power tools (and managed to go without injury), and even saw insecure women do degrading things for 10 cent Mardi Gras beads from lonely, middle aged men.

There are a lot of stories to be told, people to be talked about, surprises to be shared.

New Orleans is definitely a place that's stuck on me. I think that's a good thing. There's a lot of stuff that needs to be done and talked about even now that I'm home. I know that I make a lot of promises with things that I'm going to write about and don't always have the time to follow through on them. I'm trying. Call if you want and probe me with questions.

But now, it's bath time.