Slurping wetly and noisily at the nourishment that is New Orleans
I’m not good with money. I see something I want and I buy it, regardless of whether or not it’s the best deal, it’s right for me or if it’s even worth it. Because of my impulsiveness, I have often been disappointed and I really don’t want that to happen […]
Instead of posting a reminiscent blog about the year that just passed, I thought that I would post about what I want from the future. While it can be fun, nostalgic and even sometimes educational to revisit the past, I find that I spend far too much time considering what […]
Other than swimming, exercise and I really don’t get along. My knees and lower back are a complete mess, making any strenuous activity an effort in sheer masochism. Like Buddha, I must embrace the pain simply to tolerate a walk to the bookstore around the corner. I do adore swimming, […]
While I’ve been biting the bullet and concentrating seriously on a potential future abode, sometimes I accidentally come across a property that I simply can’t help getting randy over. I mean, some homes are just so sexy, so alluring, that they can seduce with seemingly-innocent words like “guest house” and […]
A couple of months ago, John and I were invited to a Speakeasy Dinner at Arnaud’s. Neither of us were sure about going, I mean, would we have to learn a secret knock? Would we have to dress in 20’s attire? Do we have to stay “in-character,” like a prohibition-esque […]
Ever since I moved here, I’ve dreamed of living in and/or owning a double shotgun house. Why a double? I knew that it could be a good investment, the tenant would be paying the majority of my mortgage and well, they just look cool. Plus, I’ve seen owners remodel their […]
“Dare to believe in the reality of your assumption and watch the world play its part relative to its fulfillment.” -Neville Goddard Over five years ago, John and I had planned a fun night out, dinner reservations at Cafe Atchafalaya and tickets to see Big Sam’s Funky Nation at […]
Before I moved to New Orleans, I had never even heard of a po’ boy. There were sandwiches, hoagies, subs, clubs and heroes…but no po’ boy. My first po’ boy was devoured at a restaurant on Bourbon Street whose name I unfortunately cannot recall. It was my first day in […]
My dad would rather pay for something useful, as opposed to something frivolous, so instead of a wedding, I’m getting enough for a down payment on a house and to be perfectly honest, I’m as happy as a clam. But, being this close to my lifelong dream of owning a […]
Traveling the country behind the wheel of a car is practically written into my DNA. Ever since I was a little thing, my father and mother have taken my siblings and I out on the road. For family vacations, we would visit my mom’s relative in Ukiah and Salt Lake […]
Not that I’m complaining, but French Truck Coffee is popping up all over the place! This creamy cup of coffee goodness was had at Atchafalaya. Just looking at it reminds me of its wondrous aroma and flavor. Waiter?
I always miss the good stuff. For example, I used to frequent the Circle Bar almost daily and every time I would come in, the bartender would inevitably announce that I just missed some celebrity. “You just missed James Gandolfini!” or “Sean Penn was here less than an hour ago!” […]