April 27 in the am

Wednesday April 27, 2011

Once again, I awake in the morning after way too much free flowing champagne and wall to wall rock stars. Or a really good drea, like where would I find rock stars and free liquor, except in dreams.
A quick primp and I am off for another breakfast of pastry and coffee. How about a walk? Ok I say and off we go, down by the river. The heavy warm air feels good again today, and the thick cloud cover makes the ghosts wandering the streets more visible. The French quarter is difficult to describe. If you like orderly straight modern buildings, keep away. If you like things lumpy, bumpy and smelly it is a fabulous place.We wander around, smelling things, and crossing the street to avoid the foul odors, and wandering into the shops to smell the good ones.

Surprisingly by 10 am, our walk was complete, we had seen the Mighty Mississippi and were in need of libation. A mint Julep was procured and forced upon me, and I was further coerced into more adventures that given on my own I would never do. Never ever would I think of doing any of this on my own. We enjoy the magic of the steamy morning, people enjoying breakfast, as we get another beer. I am sure that Voodoo played its part in my day. As I planned my future before my present took place, I came down with a case of the insane giggles, and sang along with the banjo player to “Bill Bailey” Who knew I knew the words? I certainly didn’t, as I also did not know I knew as much of “Waltzing Matilda” as I did. All done in a Cajun Zydeco rhythm. I had another drink.

Lunch, chicken gumbo and chocolate raspberry mousse, skipping the champagne as I sobered up, ready to type this up and find a place to zip it out to you’ all.

Let the good times roll.