On The Cutting Edge of Yesterday

There are five funeral directors outside my window smoking next to a double parked hearse and arguing about the economy; specifically how no one wants to pay for funerals.

New Orleans in July synopsis:

masks, graves, beads, alligator heads, voodoo, beignets, alcohol, jazz, heat, sweat, more sweat, more heat, pralines, heat stroke, Bourbon Street, Mississippi river, Creole, prawns, and sweat.  

All in all, best girls weekend vacation ever.  ”I’ve never even had my leg kissed on Bourbon street, six times.”

A few Mississippi photos. Just having a relaxed vacation out on the back porch.  

Beautiful day for a country ride in a Mini Cooper. I love Zipcar.

Crazy metal tree on the roof at The Met.

Bourbon Street. I’ll never forget you.

Sweet sweet jazz blues on Bourbon St.

Getting all those Cajun New Orleans eats into my belly.

I finally get away from the NewYork weather hoping for some southern sun. This is what I get. It hasn’t rained down here in month.

I just met a pig named Molly. I am officially in Mississippi.