I'm really feeling the bitterness today. Bitterness of not being in New Orleans celebrating. Once you've been to the city you quickly realize why so many people love it, but also why people are so disappointed when they miss a prime party-time in that city. As I sat at my desk at 8:30 this morning, sipping on a cup of coffee I found myself stewing over the fact that I wished I was sipping coffee in the French Quarter. And not just any coffee, hell this Foldgers ain't got shit on what I assume the Cafe Du Monde's coffee tastes like... [for the record I've heard it tastes like heaven, I have yet to try it!] and I should have been feasting on beignets as well. You know, to prepare my liver for the evenings mayhem.
Now sure, the last time I was NOLA for Mardi Gras I had one hell of a time. [my first time was a blast!] Yes I had fun, but I also contracted pink eye [I think?] and had my wallet jacked on Bourbon Street in the crowd. I was bitter, pissed, fearful and at that moment never wanted to go back. They say time heals all wounds, and it's true. Since probably October of last year I have been longing for a walk down Bourbon Street. The frozen drinks, bright lights, the food and jazz music call to me.
While I won't get to celebrate in TRUE New Orleans fashion tonight I hope I will be able to celebrate a little bit at home. I just wish I had planned a real Cajun type feast, or at least thought in advance about making the light gumbo recipe I have in my recipe arsenal.
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I hope you are celebrating in some fashion today! I'm going to try, but it's hard when you're chained to a desk, instead of watching a parade go by! I'm grumpy but I guess it's nothing a little Rum won't fix at 5:00!!!
Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez!!! Let the Good Times Roll!!!!