Much of today’s installment reads like the results of a round of Exquisite Corpse.
When people come to New Orleans they start to tell Orleanians about the city where they came from, how things work there, restaurants, whatever. That is what they know. They receive a blank look in return.
Other places play a different game. Uh-huh. That’s nice. Wanna go to Tipitina’s tonight or would you rather make a road trip to Milwaukee? I will always choose Tip’s.
There is no plot today, or story to speak of. It is the last day of August, a listless, languid, sargasso day when nothing noteworthy happens—except when it does. In a New Orleans state of mind, there are angels in the details.
Have you ever taken an air bath? Have you ever been to Slidell? Summer is almost over.
When Punk Barbie is around, it is King radio all the time. Happiness loves company. We are listening to Siouxsie Sioux sing Happy House. We are singing along. This is New Orleans.
The only things manufactured in New Orleans are good times. Good times are followed by good memories. It is no wonder that New Orleanians are so content. They are stuffed full of the stuff that makes people content. Spend enough time in New Orleans and you will immerse yourself high on life.
Lucky are all who were born in Hôtel Dieu. The only thing better than going native in New Orleans is being a native by birth.
It is like painting in the Iron Age.
I kissed a woman at the apex of the Rusty Rainbow. It was Mrs. King. It was an hour ago. It was just a peck.
If you picked up on the fact that Punk Barbie is playing King radio as I write this, you are a regular reader. Regular readers know where I am. There are clues scattered throughout the archives.
I am thinking about mapping out my day, Family Circus-style.
I am thinking about making a children’s book. Where’s Mr. King? It worked for Waldo. I see dollar signs.
Now, I after this throat-clearing and knuckle-cracking, I am going to start hitting the high notes. I am going to talk about why Orleanians are not particularly interested in the world outside Orleans Parish.