I've been eating beignets all day but it's all part of my way of saying goodbye to New Orleans. I can't believe it's been a week. It feels like just one, long day. But I am exhausted. I am so tired and look forward to Alabama where things are less, well, alive. New Orleans certainly is. It breathes. It has a life of its own.
I went out last night on Frenchmen Street and got home a lot later than I anticipated. It was Saint Patrick's Day and I had been talked into going out by a friend of a friend by the name of Matt and his friends Adrian and Bethany. I'm glad I went. We had the best time and it's been a while since I laughed so much as I did last night. Especially when we encountered a man who immediately ran over to us and said, in a thick German accent, "I am on KETAMINE!" He was. Most certainly. Besides I got to talk about the book I'm reading right now which gave me such relief. My point is that last night had a little bit of everything and I said goodbye with a certain bravado.
Tonight it'll be different. After all, I have to get up early tomorrow (yes, I can sometimes appear to be an old lady) so I can catch the bus. It's time for me to go.
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Ah, I see. You can post comments. I'm impressed by your ability to find the pulse of the city when you are traveling alone. I LOVE N.O. What book are you reading?
ReplyDeleteI just downloaded dictionary.com on my iTouch. I learned about fulminate! fun!