Winning at losing
I went to pick up mom dressed in red and there she was waiting for me wearing red. Can’t tell you how good it was to be in Commander’s and everyone there welcomed us back. We sat at a table by a big picture window and a big soap nut and oak tree on the outside. There was the usual bevy of waitstaff, but it appears a lot of the men have been replaced by women. A woman sat behind mom alone and she seemed to know the waitstaff very well – she was originally waiting for someone but then said he was late or not showing – we couldn’t help but easedrop on her conversation – and mom kept mouthing the highlights – 50 years old, pregnant (what?). Our entrees were both cold and when I mentioned it to our wait captain, it set off a round of people coming by to see what they could do. The manager said the heat lamps hadn’t come in.
On the way out, C Ray was sitting at a table and he looked up and waved at me when I went by. He knows me? The valet said as we were waiting for Big Blue to be brought up – “I had to do two things today I didn’t want to do – open the door for Mayor Ray Nagin twice. That man must know that he represents the citizens of this city and when he chose not to evacuate in time to get the people of this city out with a Category 5 Hurricane bearing down on us, he made a grave mistake.”
N kept texting me the results of the Saints game and we got in the car for the last three minutes. Really thought they were going to do a 49er game end, win in the last two minute Joe Montana style – in the end they lost on the score board but won big with the amount of heart they put into playing the game. Say hello to the new Saints, they ain’t nothing like the old Saints.