"Head Gardener, I have a feeling we're not in Katy anymore!"
Y'all think the yard police would object if I did this on my roof?
The Executive Producer and I are spending the weekend with friends in the city of his birth, a 6 hour drive and a world apart from my corner of Katy. It's a place where strands of colorful beads decorate the power lines along a major avenue. A place where your hotel clerk wears his hair in an updo that RuPaul would envy and calls you my baby or my dollin'. A place where 200 year old buildings and streets are crowded with colorful characters. A place where you can sit in a Japanese bar and listen to an 80+ year old French accordionist play tunes from his homeland. It's a place that refused to allow one of the country's worst not-entirely-natural disasters to damage its spirit, hospitality, and joie de vivre. It's New Orleans ... where life is not just a cabaret, but a circus sideshow, a history lesson, a strip show, an art exhibition, a banquet, a haunted house, a cocktail party, a voodoo shop, a masquerade ball and more. Laissez les bon temps rouler!
* My favorite t-shirt thus far: KEEP NEW ORLEANS WEIRD. WEIRD IS WHAT YOU COME FOR.