Weird Is What You Come For ...*

"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.


Cindy, that was so well written. What a great description of that excellent city.~~Dee