My friends, my darlings, I must write to thee about the Gras de Mardi. Emphasis on gras – even for a pregnant lady, I’m feeling fat fat fat this week after Fat Tuesday. I think anybody who goes through a New Orleans Mardi Gras must observe Lent for the 6 weeks afterward, if only for…
FOUND!
I have just found a blog post I wrote a whole year ago that I never put up. I wrote it in Word and didn’t ever do the transfer – at least, I can’t find it. Lucky you all! It’s kind of funny to read it now . . . Little did I know…
All Things New Orleans
Last night, somewhere in the middle of the fourth quarter, I looked at the man I was standing next to and said “I think we could win this.” A smoker walked in from the front stoop to report that she’d seen an enormous, tough-looking black guy in a football jersey standing on the neighboring…
Saints Marching
The city is in uproar. It’s insane, and really fun, and slightly disconcerting to be a part of this. My next statement is not meant to imply that New Orleans has the greatest fans in the land, by any means. But nobody, I’m telling you, no city in this country could possibly be as excited…
Why Does My Con Law Book Have to Be So Huge? And Other Conundrums
I want to weigh this book. I think it weighs more than Jack. Can books weigh over 35 pounds? Is that ridiculous? If I go into early labor from the stress of trying to manage this behemoth, can I sue the textbook printer? Or the editors, for being so long-winded? Also, is it humanly possible…