Mike the Tiger, Hear Our Prayers!
Somewhere at LSU there's a candle light vigil for the soul of Mike the Tiger.
I give up on humanity.
Last night Matthew took me out to dinner at Juban's for the Abita Beer Tasting. Kind of like a wine tasting, but with beer. Anyway. So I'm sitting at a table with Cannon Weist, Preston Perez, Mike Plauche, Evan Hopkins, and Matt and we're drinking Abita Amber paired with seared tuna with an abita amber reduction honey mustard sauce or Abita IPA with lollypop lamb racks. It was pretty fun, but I was really bloated afterwards and everyone was loud. The brewmaster and president for Abita walked around table to table answering questions about the beers in a technical sense. They're going to make much more strawberry lager next year, to my personal approval.
I'm so looking forward to this new apartment. How I missed wooden floors.
Oh, and next week I get a car. I suppose I'll go get my driver's lisence sometime soon.
My plans for this summer include many weekends in New Orleans, a new apartment in Baton Rouge's garden district with Matthew, and several other random fun things. Maybe even a vacation around the fourth of July.
Adam's going to be around, so here's my chance to be a big ol' jerk. I'm going to try my hardest not to, but momma didn't raise no fool.
I spent the day with Lee at his house and now I have flea bites all over me.
Oh, and my cat ran away. But that was bound to happen. So now I get to put up fliers and hope for the best. I'm not too worried because he's cute for the first two days and then he's probably the most annoying cat in the world. So. Someone'll be wanting to return him someplace besides their place.
Anywho. Maybe I'll head up to St. Francisville to see some folk soon. Definately planning a "Help Jess Move In and Get Situated" sleepover. Uh. Lafayette with Murk asap. But I guess I should focus on getting that car first. Yeah. Desiree. Lots of her this summer.
Cute Ikea table and four chairs. Now starts the replacement process. It seats six. I'm stoked. Saving for a nice TV. And computer chair, towels, utensils, etc.
Those of you who aren't from New Orleans and the greater surrounding areas don't know what it means to want to go home. Because right now, I'd pack up the last year, put it in a suitcase, and throw it over a bridge to have things back the way they used to be. Except Matthew. I could never throw away Matthew. But every goddamn thing besides him.
I want to have friends who organize an event like no-pants-o'clock, who make pot brownies and watch Transformers, who go on kite-finding adventures and make art with fingerpaints, who wear all black but are the nicest, sunniest person you'll ever encounter... I want friends who loiter in coffee shops, who drive too fast over rail road tracks and cram 16 people into a van, who are heterosexuals, bisexuals, trisexuals (because there are), and homosexuals... I want to go home to uptown, work in downtown, ride out to Chalmette, party in the Quarter, to school in lakeview, visit Mom in Metairie, and see dad in Midcity. I want to ride the streetcar down to where my friends live to spend the night.
I'm so over Baton Rouge. But I guess I started here, so I should probably spend at least another year in this dump.
Life. So weird. So weird.
Why are so many people pregnant or have recently had kids? Shut up, Catherine. I know the why. It's just freaking me out a little I guess. Going to Annie's baby's birthday thing. Weird. Weird. Weird.
And any person who holds a vigil for a tiger is a fool and I'm gonna eat their soul.
I give up on humanity.
Last night Matthew took me out to dinner at Juban's for the Abita Beer Tasting. Kind of like a wine tasting, but with beer. Anyway. So I'm sitting at a table with Cannon Weist, Preston Perez, Mike Plauche, Evan Hopkins, and Matt and we're drinking Abita Amber paired with seared tuna with an abita amber reduction honey mustard sauce or Abita IPA with lollypop lamb racks. It was pretty fun, but I was really bloated afterwards and everyone was loud. The brewmaster and president for Abita walked around table to table answering questions about the beers in a technical sense. They're going to make much more strawberry lager next year, to my personal approval.
I'm so looking forward to this new apartment. How I missed wooden floors.
Oh, and next week I get a car. I suppose I'll go get my driver's lisence sometime soon.
My plans for this summer include many weekends in New Orleans, a new apartment in Baton Rouge's garden district with Matthew, and several other random fun things. Maybe even a vacation around the fourth of July.
Adam's going to be around, so here's my chance to be a big ol' jerk. I'm going to try my hardest not to, but momma didn't raise no fool.
I spent the day with Lee at his house and now I have flea bites all over me.
Oh, and my cat ran away. But that was bound to happen. So now I get to put up fliers and hope for the best. I'm not too worried because he's cute for the first two days and then he's probably the most annoying cat in the world. So. Someone'll be wanting to return him someplace besides their place.
Anywho. Maybe I'll head up to St. Francisville to see some folk soon. Definately planning a "Help Jess Move In and Get Situated" sleepover. Uh. Lafayette with Murk asap. But I guess I should focus on getting that car first. Yeah. Desiree. Lots of her this summer.
Cute Ikea table and four chairs. Now starts the replacement process. It seats six. I'm stoked. Saving for a nice TV. And computer chair, towels, utensils, etc.
Those of you who aren't from New Orleans and the greater surrounding areas don't know what it means to want to go home. Because right now, I'd pack up the last year, put it in a suitcase, and throw it over a bridge to have things back the way they used to be. Except Matthew. I could never throw away Matthew. But every goddamn thing besides him.
I want to have friends who organize an event like no-pants-o'clock, who make pot brownies and watch Transformers, who go on kite-finding adventures and make art with fingerpaints, who wear all black but are the nicest, sunniest person you'll ever encounter... I want friends who loiter in coffee shops, who drive too fast over rail road tracks and cram 16 people into a van, who are heterosexuals, bisexuals, trisexuals (because there are), and homosexuals... I want to go home to uptown, work in downtown, ride out to Chalmette, party in the Quarter, to school in lakeview, visit Mom in Metairie, and see dad in Midcity. I want to ride the streetcar down to where my friends live to spend the night.
I'm so over Baton Rouge. But I guess I started here, so I should probably spend at least another year in this dump.
Life. So weird. So weird.
Why are so many people pregnant or have recently had kids? Shut up, Catherine. I know the why. It's just freaking me out a little I guess. Going to Annie's baby's birthday thing. Weird. Weird. Weird.
And any person who holds a vigil for a tiger is a fool and I'm gonna eat their soul.