Tales from the Writing Cave: Saturday in New Orleans

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Saturday in New Orleans

Harry Connick crooning.

Gilt fixtures and handsome men in suits asking me things like, "Ma'am, what can I do fo' you?"

* in their delightful accents, and surprisingly not all of them are southern...who woulda thunk it?*

I haven't tons to say this morning....just that the whole experience has been and continues to be so much better than I was expecting, and I was expecting fabulous.

I'm gonna try to scare up a little more coffee, and then I'm gonna work on a story or two until the rest of the world that doesn't work at the hotel catches up to me in wakefulness.

Til then, sleep tight babies, and dream of wonderful things.

2 comments:

Amara DevonteOctober 15, 2011 at 9:04 AM
Sounds like you're having a fabulous time. YAY. :)
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tracykitnreadsOctober 15, 2011 at 6:48 PM
Sounds gorgeous; I miss NOLA ('course, I haven't been since I was in high school; I imagine it would be much nicer as an adult.) I *did* get to hold a baby today, but nobody (not the DH or the parents) wanted to go with me & the kids to a birthday party today. Lame duck = me.
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