Back from Saints and Sinners
|Twice Blest is out! That was nice to come home to.|
It poured in New Orleans! Thank goodness I packed an umbrella this year. As DL King and I headed back after some shopping around the French Market, we crossed Jackson Square and saw a tarot reader trying to pack up her little booth while it poured. We rushed over to hold our umbrellas over her and help her get her stuff packed away. We didn't even make any wisecracks about her not foreseeing the downpour. But she was kind of surly about the whole thing, as if we annoyed her. Later that night, we were supposed to go to a reading but headed for the Acme Oyster House instead since we hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. We had their roasted oysters. They were so amazing that we ordered another dozen of them instead of dessert. By the time we got back to the hotel it was almost midnight, which meant that Bourbon Street was just warming up. We wiped the rain off the furniture on our balcony that overlooked Toulouse Street, listened to the bar band play (poorly) and critiqued the staggering styles of the drunks on the street below. We eventually went to bed, but our alarm went off at 4AM so we could catch our flights. I was sorry to miss the last day of Saints and Sinners until Cecilia Tan of Circlet Press Tweeted that it rained so hard later that morning that Conti Street was under a foot of water. Having been soaked through the day before, I was glad I didn't have to battle the thunderstorms a second day.
I'm still in recovery mode. I love Saints and Sinners, but it exhausts me. Maybe staying up drinking half the night and waking up early the next morning several days in a row has something to do with that?