Last time I was in New Orleans was for the Tennessee Williams Festival in the Spring of 2007. I met John Waters at the conference, who was there signing the Tennessee Williams memoirs, in which he did the introduction. My friend Ashly did a popping booty dance on Bourbon Street that gave us access to free drinks and some terrible nightclub that needed to pay me to stay. We ate ice cream on a balcony at 1:00 am, and I did my famous leprechaun kick in the middle of Jackson Square.




In the meantime, my dear sister is house sitting for us. Not only do I trust her to take care of my babies and keep the house secured, Sebastian seems to prefer her over me. I guess she is the nicer half of our DNA. Still, if anyone is into spying, feel free to drive by here late Saturday night and see if there aren't some shenanigans occurring in my living room.
When we bought the concert tickets, we didn't realize it was Mardi Gras weekend. Wish us luck.


3 comments:
I have to admit, when I first saw the picture of you & JW, I felt a white-hot rush of jealous anger envelope me. But you know what? Now I'm just happy for you.
Love y'all! Have a great time!
Hope you have a safe and wonderful time. I'm sure the douchebags will be out in full force, so watch out you may get your ass grabbed. I love you punkin
You mentioned three of my heroes in this blog: Tennessee Williams, John Waters, and Trail of Dead.
Have a lot of fun!
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