Saturday, September 4, 2010

SD 2010

Careful which bars your drunk ass stumbles into this weekend.  Happy Southern Decadence, tourists!

Saturday, August 28, 2010

A Random Day

This is what a random day in the French Quarter/Marigny can bring.  All withing about a 3 block radius.  No comments necessary.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

To build, or not to build.

A few of these want to be in my backyard.  Nice throwback to the old school desks.  No tables needed!

Monday, June 21, 2010

Pull up a bean bag.

Before you get your panties in a twist about your podcast not downloading correctly....think about how far we've come.

By the way....nice set design, Gail.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

No oil.

Went to Destin, FL last weekend.  Pretty standard beach trip besides the fact that I had extraordinary company.  Brandy and Calvin, of course.  We went to the only place that we know of that will accept a large dog with being sneaky.  Constantly trying to hide a very large dog really screws up your relaxation time.

Brandy is someone who knows how to "beach" and that is a hard thing to do with someone who loves the ocean but kinda hates the beach.  Just feed me drinks or pills and the sand doesn't bother me AS MUCH.  It has just never agreed with my fair, freckled, sensitive skin.  Nor does the sun or salt, for that matter.  But she loves it and what with the oil upon us and all.  Guess it's better that we went while we could.

Anyway, we did see a little more sea creature action than normal.  I guess those critters are being drawn inland to feed since the oil is mucking it up out there.  Couple of stingrays, schools and schools of fish (large and small), and a couple of big crabs.  The feeding frenzy at daybreak was pretty unreal and kinda scary.  We found that sunrise and sunset are my best times for the beach.  Although, that is feeding time.  Screw it.  We were the only jackasses in the water.  A bit scary.

So, good times.  Good company.  Good Pomegranate Margaritas.  Successful R & R.

By the way, the guy being buried in the SAND made me want to puke.


Monday, May 24, 2010

buh-bye crappy concrete rectangle that always bugged me!

With the help of "Kenny the Wrecking Ball" and some trusty tools, this ugly concrete extension of my nice little patio is now history.  Now grow grass, grow!

(you rock, Ken-nay-nay!)

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Shitty Hall

It's no wonder that things are so effed up in New Orleans. Take one look at City Hall and you'll understand.
Bran and I arrive to take care of some bizzness:

1) No parking ANYWHERE (but worse today because of the limos for the Inauguration of the new Mayor.)

2) Pass thru the metal detector.........BEEP!........"go on thru."       OK.

3) Get into the 1970's building to find that the Christmas decorations (still up in May) can also double as a chain to help form a line.  Classy.


4) The filing system looks very organized.  (and notice the Zulu coconut on the broken desk)

5)  I'm pretty sure that these old records stacked way up to the ceiling are where they should be.

6) Then there is this cracky-looking dude in the Bret Michaels hat who is all over the place, saying hello, going from office to office chasing tail. He is obviously a regular. And as we leave, shouts at me to take his picture. I did.

I only went to two offices and I won't bitch about the second one because I got my way.  Although I didn't have the correct paperwork that I needed, I stayed around to "sugar-pie" and "honey-child" the nice lady that was working as we talked about po-boys and seafood and the "earl" spill.  After a little small talk, she says, "here you go, I saw the papers I needed to see."  And she got me what I needed.

I guess that's how it's done in New Orleans.  No rules, just some sugar-pie.  

Monday, April 19, 2010

Friday, April 9, 2010

Bottoms up!

Saw this on DListed. Quite the lyricist, she is.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Who is that asshole?

So, I was revisiting some performances from The Raconteurs at Jazz Fest that we were lucky to have seen from backstage. Noticed some asshole taking a picture. Yep, that's me and the wife.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Another bite outta the Big Apple

the only "myspace" to be had

impromptu row in Central Park

nice rooftop lunch

Carson of the Fab Five (hitting on the models on the runway)

GREAT rooftop party with Bollywood DJ's (shut down by cops)

shadow of the Empire State....from the Empire State

beautiful underground oyster bar at Grand Central Station

we got 'em beat on oysters, ya heard?

another rooftop at a buying suite. i see a theme......

anyway. good time. good food. good people. no sleep.

the end.