How I feel after NOLA

I’ve been home visiting Lil’ Man and the kiddos that made him perfectly. I survived a night on Bourbon, alone in a sea of people, in an Armani top that cuts down to there. I thankfully met some Marines from Texas- thankfully because they threw me into a bar when there was a shooting on the street. I later bought their drinks at a dear friend’s bar. The dear friend helped me find a cab back to my hotel, where I promptly bitched out the doc for not going out with me. I was not only a jackass, but a drunk one to boot.

But…

I’m always sort of cunty when I go home and I don’t know if the source is from a place of strength or weakness. An interview with Kelis-sent by a friend who is quickly becoming dear- inspired this post. There’s something to being a silly native that brings sense to the words, “I know ya’ background!” The doc is pissed that I’m from a parish right now but I’ve the feeling that ‘bossy’ has many Webster entries and he’ll be getting a new dictionary tomrorrow.

~ by Miche on February 5, 2008.