Mike Danablog, who was down here last weekend with the rockin’-wreckin’ First Draft krewe, pens a damned good Waitsian reverie of his first encounter with our fair city, even managing to keep it under 2500 words. Look for cameo appearances by yours truly, her hubby and some of our favorite local haunts. I am honored to have befriended this indulgent storyteller who got New Orleans the first time around. Salut, my man!
… Fittingly, it is both April Fools“ Day and Palm Sunday.
In case you can’t do the math, this is folly and we“re still waiting for Jesus to return. Redemption is slow, so almost two years isn’t that long, unless it’s your house you’re talking about, eh? Just like a war you can ignore unless it’s your kid or spouse over there.
Nothing seems to smell funny anymore, though, at least literally.
I am beyond getting mad, but am up for wandering back to Fahy“s later that afternoon.
P.S. This is the infamous picture to which Mike refers.
Maitri,
I just read Mike’s account of your NOLA all-nighter. He was lucky to find two people crazy enough to take him around. Sounds like a memorable night.
It was good to see you again. I wish you and D. a long and happy life together. Hope to see you again before too long.