New Orleans, Louisiana
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
i once spent a bachanalian new years with my comrade-in-arms, harlan p., croozing the booze boulevard, hurricane'd and marvelling at the insouciance with which young l.s.u. coeds were divorced from their
frugality by the promise of a few flung beads-this memory has forever been burnished upon the lower levels of my reptilean brain--i had assumed that this was the cornerstone,
no, rather the lodestone to which all subsequent bourbon street experiences would be oriented; and yet today, parading this broken and boozesoaked byway, missmarley, shouldered and riding high above the befuddled multitude, led me upward and onward into moshpit after moshpit of debauched revelers battling for these prized trinkets, and with unflappable grace corralled hurled necklace after hurled necklace, literally picking them clean from the outstretched fingers belonging to burly men much more drunk and aggressive than she (cuz after all, she is only five and i'd be somewhat remiss if i let her get too drunk); all the while her head tipped balconywise screaming for more, more, more and laughing hysterically, the little green imp...i'll always have my memories of topless n'awlins, but tonight was yet another reminder that life does not get any better than fatherhood...
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I love your writing style. VERY UNIQUE!!!
Loved that. 5 year olds dude.
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