Last night I dreamed that you and I were back in NOLA and visiting your parents' apartment. I tried to walk from the zoo to Royal Street but had to get in a cab outside of a hotel (I know, it's insane). It was really bizarre.
I think I was barefoot, which - walking in a city barefoot? Never a good idea, but particularly in post-Katrina NOLA.
I dreamed about NOLA last night, too. I dreamed about Mardi Gras. Michael Bolton was the grand marshall for Endymion. Very bizarre. I was back in my house and it was clean and totally empty of furniture, but the hardwood floors and walls were in perfect condition. I had my laptop and a footstool and that was all that was in the house. Go figure what all of this means.
Dude - my religion does not so much do pilgrimages (a bit too close to idol-worship for us). The hotel where I caught the dream-taxi had a slip-and-slide in the lobby, so somehow it all worked out. LJL, your folks had all new Fiestaware dishes. Not a bad haul, all things considered.
Ah, my dream life. It is so, so rich. Thank you paxil.
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Last night I dreamed that you and I were back in NOLA and visiting your parents' apartment. I tried to walk from the zoo to Royal Street but had to get in a cab outside of a hotel (I know, it's insane). It was really bizarre.
I think I was barefoot, which - walking in a city barefoot? Never a good idea, but particularly in post-Katrina NOLA.
I dreamed about NOLA last night, too. I dreamed about Mardi Gras. Michael Bolton was the grand marshall for Endymion. Very bizarre. I was back in my house and it was clean and totally empty of furniture, but the hardwood floors and walls were in perfect condition. I had my laptop and a footstool and that was all that was in the house. Go figure what all of this means.
Barefoot through the city where streets shimmer with shattered glass? Sounds like a religious pilgrimage (if a misguide one).
And oddly enough Michael Bolton is the Grand Marshall of Endymion this year (okay, not really but maybe if we all wish really hard it will come true).
Dude - my religion does not so much do pilgrimages (a bit too close to idol-worship for us). The hotel where I caught the dream-taxi had a slip-and-slide in the lobby, so somehow it all worked out. LJL, your folks had all new Fiestaware dishes. Not a bad haul, all things considered.
Ah, my dream life. It is so, so rich. Thank you paxil.
Anything that brings Fiestaware into one's life is at least a little bit good, even if only in dreamland.
OK. So I'm going to Jazz Fest after all!
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