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July 20, 2005
NOLA
I have been mistaken for this guy and this guy and this guy. I was a bit freaked out when someone I didn't know recognized me as me, especially when I'm so far from home.
"HEY! You're that blogger guy who is on a road trip!"
This was shouted across a bar in New Orleans. I almost choked on my beer, but being a professional, didn't spill a drop. Kevin is actually a nice guy who discovered my blog through various links, but I really don't think I'd like to be famous.
I was about 12 when I was last in New Orleans. I just remember that my dad booked us at a sketchy Holiday Inn. My sisters walked into our hotel room, only to discover it already occupied by a naked man. Lucky, lucky sisters. Of course my parents moved us to another hotel. My family stayed away from Bourbon Street, but I remember lurid photos whenever we would drift near the street.
I returned to the city as a gay man, and I think I have found another city I could live in. It's so sultry, and the air just drapes itself onto you like some languorous lover who also happens to be drunk. The people are very friendly, the food is fantastic, and even the seediness and crime seem to be in slow motion, conserving their energy for a cooler time.
Matt, Kieran, and Charlie all gave me great advice for places to stay and things to do. I stayed at a great little B&B called the Sweet Olive. Even though everyone knows that I hate olives, I loved this place. The couple who own it, Dale and Dave, were helpful and sociable. Besides being very nice, they also totally saved my butt when I was running late to the cemetery tour, driving me to the starting point. That's service.
Posted by G at July 20, 2005 08:46 PM
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This is an excellent sentence:
"It's so sultry, and the air just drapes itself onto you like some languorous lover who also happens to be drunk."
So descriptive.
Posted by: Mushlette at July 21, 2005 01:02 PM
I've never seen a jar of semen at Walgreen's. Not even the one in Boystown. Can you believe it?
And I've always thought you could be mistaken for Grover.
Posted by: palochi at July 21, 2005 02:57 PM
I can't believe you hate olives. Derrick and I ate so many olives that it gave me a bellyache, which was only relieved by some stunning flatulence. Thank god it was so loud in that damn club.
Posted by: Helen at July 21, 2005 04:26 PM
I can't believe you were mistaken for me, you poor thing. They must have had their beer goggles on.
Posted by: Joe.My.God. at July 21, 2005 06:31 PM
Honey, it's too late. You're already famous. And do please be kind to the little people you meet along the way. Bless their little hearts.
Posted by: Ron (Out There) at July 21, 2005 06:55 PM
Me and the bf LOVE New Orleans, we've got a timeshare down there at Christmas/New Years. You described it perfectly. Dale and Dave gave us there card at the Phoenix one night, great guys, looks like they have a lovely place.
Dam I miss NOLA!
Posted by: Mike at July 21, 2005 08:17 PM
damn you! had i known you were headed to n'awlins i would have sent you to have excellent bbq and a few other places i love in that city!
Posted by: brian at July 22, 2005 02:23 AM
Oh good! Someone else who hates olives!
Posted by: Lee at July 23, 2005 09:52 PM