I Love New Orleans and it loves me.
Apparently I can’t go to NOLA without fighting. I just get down there, inhale the water/air (”its just a little humid”), see all that vegetation and abandoned life, put on some white pants with Laura Faye and get ready to fight ‘em off. But I really did fight ‘em off this time. Thank God for Roger Lamar saving my beer bottle slinging ass. I love that man. It reminds me of the good olds days on G street. Where I learned from Amanda how to do the “Strike, duck and run behind Roger.” Immediately followed by “drive me and my car to a fast food restaurant” move. i opted out of the second, replaced by “take me to DBA.”
I gotta tell you though, I love sleeping in Laura’s bed! That girl knows how to pass me out!
ooh, yeah! she takes care of little mama! sleepin like a fat baby.
I love New Orleans.
Happy New Year, Peoples!
January 7th, 2006 at 9:58 am
Oh my god I totally laughed out loud. First cause I already had to hear a gay enactment of this story from roger, and secondly because you are so right about me. You have learned much grasshopper. But you should do background checks on your teachers.