Friday, October 12, 2007
...that I really know what it means to miss New Orleans.
The weather is perfect and I crave the peace of sitting on a bench in Jackson Square.
I crave a fried shrimp dinner from Masperro's with a $1 strawberry daiquiri.
I crave a Top Shelf Margarita from Margaritaville at 2:00 in the afternoon, then another.
I crave Cat's Meow.
I crave the Famous Door.
I crave Cafe Du Monde at 2:00 a.m. or maybe 3:00.
I crave a pina colada/banana daiquiri from any frozen daiquiri shop.
I crave browsing the beautiful shops on Royal Street.
I crave a po'boy from Mother's or People's or Johnny's.
I crave sitting on the patio of Pat O'Brien's at dusk sipping a Hurricane and watching someone light the fountain.
I want to meander through the Conti Wax Museum.
I want to watch the penguins and otters at the aquarium.