A requiem of a sort
My bestest friend moved to New Orleans remaining week. He moved there at the heels of every other accurate and superb friend who moved to New Orleans approximately a yr-and-a-1/2 ago. Sigh. It's starting to sense that the spell cast through the Crescent City is taking my St. Pete friends away one after the other. I'm thrilled for both of them, although existence round right here will maximum virtually be lots much less animated.
I even have visions of them sitting in the dim mild of louvered windows on a sweltering afternoon as they sip lemon cokes with chipped ice ? L. A. Blanche Dubois. That is when they're attending the many fairs, parties and costume balls the humans of Nawlins throw to preserve themselves entertained. Ho hum, and here I am caught in paintings-a-day Florida. Poor me.
I got a cellphone name on Sunday morning that specific their plans for an exciting Sunday. They have been planning to visit town to visit a food competition and then to soak up as tons excessive and occasional lifestyle as they might get their hands on. I hung up the telephone and went lower back to scrubbing my flooring. Scrub. Scrub. Scrub.
I have an concept about what their lives appear to be over there on the alternative aspect of the Gulf of Mexico and it looks a bit something like this.
If this is not what their lives look like I do not want to know about it. Allow me this fellas. Please.
