Happiness Loves Company.
Life is made up of small regrets. I have just ordered a shrimp remoulade po’ boy. There is no way I will be able to finish this, I am sure. No po’ boy is ever just stuffed. They are always overstuffed and messy. Such is life.
If you do not know what I am talking about, you don’t live in New Orleans. We should have lunch in person sometime in the future. Don’t everybody try to fill my dance card all at once.
I just met a very interesting young woman, as most people are. Only boring people are bored.
This interesting woman and I sat on one side of the room. A couple visiting from Boston sat at the other side. I told the people from Boston that the reason I live in New Orleans is because it is the opposite of Boston. They said that everyone is friendly here and everyone on the street says hello on the street.
I told these Bostonians that when Mrs. King and I moved here, it was culture shock. New Orleanians celebrate the sabbath the way Bostonians celebrate the 4th of July.
Today is their last day. They know where to stay next time they visit this wonderful city New Orleanians call home every day.
Happiness loves company.
Before all of this happened, I went to Lake Pontchartrain this morning.
Now, I will tell you about the difference between Mandina’s and II Tony’s. Finally. It is about time.