NOLA 2012
New Orleans continues to be... my home away from home.
Getting back to her was like a homecoming all over again. God, I love that city.
I honestly can't articulate what it is exactly that draws me so much. I tried earlier this month and failed miserably. I mean, back when I used to average 2-3 weeks every year, I didn't drink alcohol at all. I to this day loathe seafood. Don't really like Cajun food, and am :/ re Creole, given how much fish usually features.
But, man. Going back there after 12, TWELVE!!, freaking years... like I'd fallen into a fugue and woken up again to the real world. Ann must have been sick to death of hearing me tell people it had been that long since I'd been there (to be fair, 1. they usually asked first if we'd been there before and 2. I get to hear similar shizzle from her when we are in France), but when I told people my history with the city they without FAIL welcomed me back like a native.
I just... don't get that with other cities. New Orleans doesn't care if you weren't born there. If you declare her home, by god, everybody responds like it's true. I love that. I really, really do.
I love that city.
Having said that, I was naughty. Like, setting me back half a year naughty. But she is SO PRETTY. *nods*
My exchange with Cat pretty much says it all:
TJ: I just bought a $6K Chinese stone censer. She is gorgeous though.
Cat_77: Please say you are kidding, Miss I-am-paying-off-my-house-early...
TJ: Not so much kidding so much as earnestly serious? It was originally $8.5K.
Cat_77: Christ on a crutch. Ann doesn't know how to talk you down, does she?
Cat_77: Now trying to figure out how you'll get it home with tears...
TJ: It's called UPS -with insurance. Tossed in for free. Nods.
TJ: Ann says you shouldn't talk meanness about her.
NO REGRETS.
Getting back to her was like a homecoming all over again. God, I love that city.
I honestly can't articulate what it is exactly that draws me so much. I tried earlier this month and failed miserably. I mean, back when I used to average 2-3 weeks every year, I didn't drink alcohol at all. I to this day loathe seafood. Don't really like Cajun food, and am :/ re Creole, given how much fish usually features.
But, man. Going back there after 12, TWELVE!!, freaking years... like I'd fallen into a fugue and woken up again to the real world. Ann must have been sick to death of hearing me tell people it had been that long since I'd been there (to be fair, 1. they usually asked first if we'd been there before and 2. I get to hear similar shizzle from her when we are in France), but when I told people my history with the city they without FAIL welcomed me back like a native.
I just... don't get that with other cities. New Orleans doesn't care if you weren't born there. If you declare her home, by god, everybody responds like it's true. I love that. I really, really do.
I love that city.
Having said that, I was naughty. Like, setting me back half a year naughty. But she is SO PRETTY. *nods*
My exchange with Cat pretty much says it all:
TJ: I just bought a $6K Chinese stone censer. She is gorgeous though.
Cat_77: Please say you are kidding, Miss I-am-paying-off-my-house-early...
TJ: Not so much kidding so much as earnestly serious? It was originally $8.5K.
Cat_77: Christ on a crutch. Ann doesn't know how to talk you down, does she?
Cat_77: Now trying to figure out how you'll get it home with tears...
TJ: It's called UPS -with insurance. Tossed in for free. Nods.
TJ: Ann says you shouldn't talk meanness about her.
NO REGRETS.