And I am telling you, I’m not going, you’re the best place I’ve ever been
Picked up G from the airport and headed to the Square to hear the Radiators – not a big fan – but later saw T who said H is a big big fan and that after you hear them a lot you start to like them. Hmmm. Then we went to Houston’s reincarnation on St. Charles – I can never remember the name – and sat at the bar and had delicious grilled artichokes and a chopped salad that had lots of peas (always good for me). Then to La Vita for a nightcap with Fatma.
I told G what Simon had said – the big Dane told me while we were sitting under the big palm tree on Esplanade that if he ever moved to the United States, he would live in New Orleans. Stefan – my honey bunny Sri Lankan via Krakow – agreed. How great is that, G said. Fatma had agreed with both honey bunnies – “I can only live here!” she said in her thick Turkish accent that drives me crazy – no one speaks like her and with her Donatella look, she’s an exotic extraordinaire.
So I say, yeah you right, Ed, who said – I am here and I will die here.