Russia to Shanghai
We went out on Saturday afternoon to celebrate our anniversary by being Quarter rats and started at Pravda, a bar that T said she would own if she wanted to change careers. Then we headed over to hear music in the Marigny stopping in at Spotted Cat to see Panorama Jazz Band and then looking into DBA that was waiting for John Boutte to start, and then down to Three Muses, which was also waiting on its act to begin.
Not finding our music groove, we walked back down towards Pravda on Decatur and stopped in for some reflexology – since I had stockings on, I opted for a waist up massage while T got the foot massage. This place reminds of the ones in Shanghai where we’d go get three hour foot massages at midnight and come out transformed. The guy who worked on my back realigned me – he dug deep into areas that felt made of stone and with his elbow and hands he chiseled away until I was almost sweating and in tears, but afterwards I emerged from the bench a new woman. 20 minutes of pain for $22 and wow, I am born again.
He said to me, “Tight, tight, tight.” And I said oh yeah, not anymore.
Then we headed over to Meaux Bar for our dinner reservations and I had a delicious purple yam ravioli with oxtail gravy – yum yum yum. We brought a bottle of Croatian wine, which again was slightly disappointing given how delicious they are there. Jim and Matthew and Debbie treated us like gold, which is why we don’t hardly go anywhere else.
Not ready to head home yet, we stopped in at the Golden Lantern to catch the Ricky Red show and the crowd was definitely revved up. The MC brought us up to ask what we were doing this evening and we said celebrating our anniversary and I said “ten years” because sometimes it feels like that and the crowd applauded nicely.
Then home early – tucked away in bed for another night of no sleep for no other reason than my mind was churning away.