She could Steal, but She could not Rob.
Following the advice of my mother, I'm attempting to journal this whole experience. It's been about a week, but it feels like a lifetime ago I never even existed here. How poetic.
At this moment I am extremely proud of myself for varying reasons and at the same time supremely disappointed in myself for completely different ones. I never knew I could be the person I've been for the last week. And I know without a shadow of a doubt that I would never have known it had I not made the move. I fully believe that everything happens for a reason. And whatever will be, will be. Que sera, sera.
I have met some of the most truly fascinating people. People they will eventually write books about, I'm sure. Mae-Beth is the New Orleans equivalent of Paris Hilton...minus the sluttyness, the superficiality, the obscene fortune, and the nasty blonde hair. She doesn't know everyone, everyone knows her, and not in the bad way. I'm so thankful for her. I've met a real rocket scientist who moonlights as a rock star, and a pretty damn good one too. It doesn't help that he's one of the most devastatingly handsome men I've ever seen. I've befriended a stripper named Laura who's about 5 ft tall and weighs about 80 lbs. She saw a girl dump beer on me and was on the warpath the rest of the night to kick this girl's ass. And I'm pretty sure had she ever found her, that girl would most likely have ended up in the hospital for a very long time. Her dad is a famous local musician and consequently everyone loves her. In God's infinite comical genius, I've also befriended another group of young teachers who are hell bent on saving the children of New Orleans. All of them are fucked up too, they just have different names. I love them though, supposing I still have a tiny piece of my heart that bleeds for their cause and the pain they try to hide behind their eyes. The gay boys are the sweetest. Sara could kill you just by looking at you. Andrea is a dirty hooker, and we don't like her, she has webbed feet. Elizabeth is the Amazonian goddess of fashion and dj-ing. All the straight boys need a good punch to the balls.
I've been out to more different bars/restaurants/clubs in 3 days here than in 4 years in Gville. The Howlin' Wolf, the Saint, the Abbey, One Eyed Jack's, Circle Bar, dba, Delachaise?, Molly's...is all I can remember at the moment. And they don't seem to ever really "close". We left the Saint last night only when the sun was coming up, and it was absolutely beautiful. The city is so beautiful and I'm so in love. And that's corny, but it's true, and people don't think it's weird here. "Just because" is a perfectly acceptable answer, without any strings attached. I've been living off dark chocolate raisinets and Abita for four days...
The boys are pretty good maker-outers...and I'm already in love, with at least three, and one I'm sure I could marry tomorrow in the Cajun country with some whiskey and magic mushrooms. And the beard is nice, weird.
And so I pray and I pray and I pray because this is everything.
At this moment I am extremely proud of myself for varying reasons and at the same time supremely disappointed in myself for completely different ones. I never knew I could be the person I've been for the last week. And I know without a shadow of a doubt that I would never have known it had I not made the move. I fully believe that everything happens for a reason. And whatever will be, will be. Que sera, sera.
I have met some of the most truly fascinating people. People they will eventually write books about, I'm sure. Mae-Beth is the New Orleans equivalent of Paris Hilton...minus the sluttyness, the superficiality, the obscene fortune, and the nasty blonde hair. She doesn't know everyone, everyone knows her, and not in the bad way. I'm so thankful for her. I've met a real rocket scientist who moonlights as a rock star, and a pretty damn good one too. It doesn't help that he's one of the most devastatingly handsome men I've ever seen. I've befriended a stripper named Laura who's about 5 ft tall and weighs about 80 lbs. She saw a girl dump beer on me and was on the warpath the rest of the night to kick this girl's ass. And I'm pretty sure had she ever found her, that girl would most likely have ended up in the hospital for a very long time. Her dad is a famous local musician and consequently everyone loves her. In God's infinite comical genius, I've also befriended another group of young teachers who are hell bent on saving the children of New Orleans. All of them are fucked up too, they just have different names. I love them though, supposing I still have a tiny piece of my heart that bleeds for their cause and the pain they try to hide behind their eyes. The gay boys are the sweetest. Sara could kill you just by looking at you. Andrea is a dirty hooker, and we don't like her, she has webbed feet. Elizabeth is the Amazonian goddess of fashion and dj-ing. All the straight boys need a good punch to the balls.
I've been out to more different bars/restaurants/clubs in 3 days here than in 4 years in Gville. The Howlin' Wolf, the Saint, the Abbey, One Eyed Jack's, Circle Bar, dba, Delachaise?, Molly's...is all I can remember at the moment. And they don't seem to ever really "close". We left the Saint last night only when the sun was coming up, and it was absolutely beautiful. The city is so beautiful and I'm so in love. And that's corny, but it's true, and people don't think it's weird here. "Just because" is a perfectly acceptable answer, without any strings attached. I've been living off dark chocolate raisinets and Abita for four days...
The boys are pretty good maker-outers...and I'm already in love, with at least three, and one I'm sure I could marry tomorrow in the Cajun country with some whiskey and magic mushrooms. And the beard is nice, weird.
And so I pray and I pray and I pray because this is everything.