My own private misery tour
I took Steve to the airport at 4 this morning and came back to work until about 3:30 when S&S said let’s do the misery tour now – they had been in the Quarter all day, eating at Petunia’s, taking the ferry to Algiers, so I said let’s go – we went though the lower 9, by Fats Domino’s house (which looked like a lot of work was being done on it). The lower 9 looked as bad as it has looked except with the traces of houses mostly cleaned out. Is that better?
We headed to Jazzy’s but they weren’t opening for 20 minutes so we walked to the corner store and got three cold Bud Ices and two Hubig pies – one apple and one lemon. Then we walked back around the corner and sat on the tailgate and discussed our life’s philosophies. When Jazzy’s opened we chowed down authentic delicious roast beef poboys and then S decided to eat a pickled pig lip – BLECH! – and we washed everything down with cold Abita Beers.
Next we headed to Gentilly where I rolled into the back of a woman’s car barely tapping it – odd how that tailgate theme kept coming back around – S had asked me on the way in what it meant and I said it was where you sit and have a party at football games but he meant signs on the interstate that said NO TAILGATING – meaning what I had just done – my victim wanted to call the police – so we sat in the truck for 50 minutes with the emergency lights on and took bets on each car that pulled up behind us to see how many seconds till it registered that we had our emergency lights on and weren’t going anywhere – I didn’t win – it was S-7, me-6 and S-5.
The cop finally came accompanied by the National Guard – who thought that I was unclear on the fact that the woman in front was stalled when really it was a case of close mindedness – when the cop and two National Guard officers found out we had been sitting there with no damage to either car they just thought we were nutty as a pecan and the cop tried to talk the woman into just taking my card and seeing if we couldn’t just settle since there was no damage – but no, uh uh, she was having none of it, so we sat on the tailgate again – this time S went in to get more Hubig pies – this time strawberry – after getting my citation for “following too closely,” we made our way to Lakeview and then Bucktown and the 17th Street Canal and finally home.
Another day – another adventure!