I wish I was in New Orleans
I drove over to the Quarter today to pick up something – a red wig. I can’t stand the fact that my hair is no longer red even though I’m enjoying the brunette do. But I forgot it is Southern Decadence weekend and was wondering why all the cute boys were in town. The crowd is not as strong as it has been for Labor Day weekends past, perhaps everyone was still sleeping off last night, hard to say. Lunchtime is early for the Quarter.
But I ran into an old friend who is trying to have a baby – the only problem she has is she needs a man. Hmmmm.
Then coming home, I stopped off at the Cultural Backstreet Museum to sign up for the Second Line parade email list and to be a member. They were getting ready for their back to school picnic where they show up and give all the school kids crayons and books and school stuff. The museum houses a good amount of Mardi Gras Indian costumes as well as Social Aid & Pleasure Club costumes. Rob, Sylvester’s brother, gave me the grand tour. It is definitely a must see if you are in the city.
I spoke to a man who has 10 kids. I said where were you when I was trying to have one? I almost called my friend.