A very simple meme from
lederhosen, of which the title says it all.
I was lucky enough to actually spend almost two weeks in the Crescent City. Even more fortunately, both times, I was fortunate enough to be supported financially by the organizations for which I was coming to New Orleans to do work for. That support allowed me to live New Orleans to the fullest, and many a memorable experience I had, especially thanks to the so many of you who answered my LiveJournal request for advice on things off the beaten path to see.
I never did write about the unforgettably crazy night I spent in the French Quarter as the Designated Sober Person for three good friends of mine. Just picture me trying my best to lurch down the street-lamp lit, cobblestoned back streets of the French Quarter with two completely, *completely* drunk lady friends, one leaning heavily on each shoulder, the three of us weaving like a two-thirds-drunk two-armed, three-headed, six-legged mythical beast. At the time, of course, I was worried and scared s**tless, but looking back and knowing it all ended well, I can look back at that evening and smile. :-)
But I *did* get the chance to write other tales of the city. Of a dawn walk with a historian in
Postcard from the Big Easy: A Quarter's Story. Of a spectacular evening on the riverfront Entergy center in
Buckbeak in the Big Easy. Of dining in one of the city's most esteemed culinary institutions, as told in
Dinner at Brennan's. And, in
Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez, of celebrations of tours of duties come to an end at Antoine's, and at The Commander's Palace meeting for the first time a lady of merry wit and imagination, whom many of you have come to know as
culfinriel.
Many now declare sic transit gloria: only time will tell. But the future is for the future. I simply am grateful that I was lucky enough to have had the chance to see the Crescent City at the height of her old glory, walked her quarters, listened to her music, tasted of her savor. Bonne chance, ma belle dame souveraine.