New Orleans never ceases to amuse me on any given day. Ridiculous is a word used most frequently.
But man, do they know how to throw a St Patrick's Day. Roomie-Anne and I had a 24 hour date. We walked to a cafe and had lunch, I bought us ice cream, and then we went to the Quarter and got drunk at our favorite bar for St Patrick's day. Oh MRB, thank you for your delightful Irish Car Bombs and for ex-bartenders who hang out with us. And then we got green beads! And UCLA won! It was delightful.
And then last night, on the way to Port of Call, it was like, Pimp My Ride on South Carollton. Like, traffic was so backed up and there were Escalades with rims and, I swear to you, a Camero with at least 5 tv screens installed. It was kind of bizarre and made us feel selfconscious about our Volkswagon.
Oh goodness, so there is
this movie being filmed on campus that looks positively dreadful and they are filming on the quad outside of my dorm today. The great thing is that they are making it look like "college life" so there are boys playing frisbee and catch and girls walking around in sundresses all done up and "professors" cutting across the quad with briefcases. In short, it is amazingly hilarious and woefully inacturate.
Now chinese take-out, Girl Scout thin mints, the Beatles and I are going to have a cuddle before jet-setting off to Florida tomorrow at some ungodly hour of the morning.
Kaufman out!