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Nawlins [Mar. 27th, 2005[Snapshot Taken]06:53 pm]
Veronica
It was another six hour flight, but we arrived in New Orleans (“Nawlins”) to the locals, on Sunday, March 20 at 5 pm; with just enough daylight to pick up our baby blue Toyota Camry and drive to the St. Pierre hotel. It was to be our first real family vacation since Europe in 2003; mostly due to the fact that we’d all been in different places with different schedules. Both my brother and I were pleasantly surprised at the way my Mom and Dad were getting along so well…we’d found the silver lining to my Dad’s unfortunate luck at work; adversity had brought the two of them closer together.

The air in New Orleans was noticeably more humid than California’s dry smoggy air, and it smelled differently, too. For one thing, everyone smoked anywhere they pleased—in restaurants, in malls, at the airport. This would make it difficult for me because my Mother and I made a deal that I would smoke only six cigarettes a day since I couldn’t quit. She’d hold onto my packs for me until I got the psychological help to defeat my demons and clean up my life. I felt guilty about asking my mom for my six cigarettes for the day, and guiltier still when I had to ask for just one more.

One thing she did say that made sense, though, was that I worked so hard to be in law school to become an attorney, but I couldn’t ever really be a good attorney until I took care of my physical and mental health as well. As it is, the six cigarettes a day are just enough to keep my addiction alive; and perhaps even worse than having as many as I pleased.

During our first day in New Orleans, we had our first encounter with Burbon Street, the infamous location for the Mardi-Gras and all night flesh-fests. Burbon was a 5 minute walk from our hotel, and instantly, there was the unmistakable sound of a crowd feeding on itself. We’d caught the tail end of Mardi-Gras, and insecure girls desperate for attention found solace in bearing their tits in socially acceptable Burbon fashion. Instantly, Karl hated the scene and withdrew deep inside himself; the only part of him still functional, his ever-searching ears for the sound of true straight-up jazz.




The entire city seemed to be crammed into this little space; the place reminded me of an old circus whore walking around openly with her pimp and tricks as she gurgled out sex sauce from her beaten lips. I was instantly joyful as an old worn heel hit the back of my calf and rolled off onto the sidewalk; a couple looked at the heel, smiled at me, and I smiled back.

We chose an old Creole restaurant with a live band that sang in the ancient Creole-French language while TV screens in the background featured the distraught Amber Frey and pictures of the convicted Scott Peterson; which I found more interesting than the band itself. Me and my father’s sole purpose then became to photograph everything that moved.

Because there is a 3 hour difference, I found it hard to get up the next day, but barely made it to the 10 am breakfast at the hotel and made a friend of Clarence, one of the hotel’s staff. He was an industrious black man missing half his front teeth The next day we explored what is known as ‘The French Quarter,’ went to America’s Oldest Cathedral, and down Royal Street, filled with art galleries and old antique shops (which my mother absolutely loves). If there is one thing that can characterize my mother besides being an MD, and a strict mother, it is her love for antiques.

On the way to one such shop, a walking tour stopped right next to us and the guide explained that this was the very building in which Tenessee Williams lived and wrote his famous play Streetcar Named Desire. In reaction to Karl and my baffled expressions, a tourist shouted, “See what you can learn for free?” Because we were deterred from taking a picture and acting like tourists in front of a group of tourists, Karl and I would later spend the rest of our trip looking for this exact location.

Another search that was taking place was Karl’s search for venues that played free jazz similar to the likes of Charlie Haydin, Ornette Coleman, and Dizzy Gilespie. We encountered a group of musicians who were gambling in front of the Oldest Cathedral in America, foaming at the mouth in an effort to hold onto their winnings. One of them came up to me and said, “Now I know what I want for Christmas.” The others chimed in a chorus of agreement. I sat there wondering if this was the customary greeting.


Finding out Music is Blind

We took the sky blue Camry and went to the Homus House (Sugar Mansion), a plantation of old—a remnant from the deep south’s history. It was the same basic tale: European explorer finds a plot of land on which American-Indians had already settled, turned the place into a sugar plantation and built a mansion on so many broken backs. The tour guide, (a very friendly lady who told us all we were too thin and berated me for not ever learning to cook) told us that the last time the land was sold it went for a mere half a million.




The garden had several charming statuettes

We found a jazz club later that evening called Dana’s where my brother exchanged contact info with the handsome saxophonist and I took a picture of the wet concrete outside our hotel, St. Pierre’s, of my initials embedded onto the sidewalk with a plastic spoon.

A day later on my Mom’s birthday, she wore an airy skirt and announced that she felt pretty that day. I thought she was ravishing. I presented her with my gifts, a novel entitled ‘Revenge of the Middle Aged Woman’ and Lancome’s very pricey ($80) bottle of Rejuvenating cream. We did mostly nothing but get lost this day and end up at Riverwalk where I replaced the Addidas Superstars I left in Orlando with a new pair, and had dinner at the Quarter Square, a local restaurant that served the best food in New Orleans.

Currently I am back in Los Angeles on the porch at 12:12 noon breaking my six cigarette rule and having creamless coffee with a side of good old California sunshine.
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From: archeuphoria
2005-03-27 07:17 pm (UTC)
should have had texas on your trip... it is afterall, inbetween cali and nawlins.
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[User Picture]From: red_paperdoll
2005-05-26 12:37 pm (UTC)
Texas...I've always meant to go--I have a few friends that live there. I will be sure to hit you up!
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[User Picture]From: red_paperdoll
2005-08-31 07:11 pm (UTC)
Sadly enough, I think we had a stopover in Austin, but it was only for 30 minutes. Maybe it will be my final destination oneday! I've missed you!
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From: archeuphoria
2005-09-01 07:00 pm (UTC)
well even tho i lived in austin for three years, it's been a while since I have been there. one of the best cities in the world. but now I'm hours away
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From: archeuphoria
2005-09-01 07:02 pm (UTC)
sort of a belated reply on your part by the way, hmm?
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[User Picture]From: captcharismax
2005-03-27 07:22 pm (UTC)
Aahh, good ole Lousie-Anna. The only state in the Union to make Texans look good.

Customary Greeting : Laissez les bons temps rouler! ....it's the greeting for damn near everything as far as I'm concerned.

((The guy formally known as CMax...the guy with the flashy Wrestler Icon thing))
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[User Picture]From: red_paperdoll
2005-05-26 12:38 pm (UTC)
Oh my! I was really depressed when I thought you disappeared. It seems that I've disappeared instead; I've been really busy, and can never find enough time to write everything I want to put up on a post. I'm working on a post right now, and It's close to four pages right now. We just got a dog...Ayler. I miss you!
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[User Picture]From: red_paperdoll
2005-08-31 07:10 pm (UTC)
Oh, isn't it upsetting?! Hurricane Katrina has drowned it all out. :( I've missed you, CMax! I have finally written something new!
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[User Picture]From: metavlad
2005-03-27 11:14 pm (UTC)
Sometimes its good to get away.
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[User Picture]From: red_paperdoll
2005-05-30 10:11 pm (UTC)
It's always good to get away, but not for as inexcusably long as I have!
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[User Picture]From: poetpaladin
2005-03-27 11:24 pm (UTC)
You're so lucky. Seriously. You have so much going for you. Use it wisely. :)

*hugs you*
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[User Picture]From: red_paperdoll
2005-05-30 10:12 pm (UTC)
It seems like I've got a lot of good and bad. When it's bad, wisdom goes out the door...
*hugs back*
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[User Picture]From: bobninjapirate
2005-03-28 12:25 am (UTC)
New Orleans- sounds truly awesomeness. I've never been there before, I'm definitely going to have to go one day. Although, I say that about almost every place that I haven't been to. hahahaha ;)

Sounds like you you had a good time with your family- that's nice to hear. ^_^
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[User Picture]From: red_paperdoll
2005-05-30 10:18 pm (UTC)
new orleans is 'girls gone wild' on a larger scale. have some beads handy!
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[User Picture]From: red_paperdoll
2005-08-31 08:48 am (UTC)
Yes, one of the best times, for sure. Although we are so close, sometimes it seems that family can fall apart from the inside...
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From: lorgar
2005-03-28 05:43 am (UTC)
for some reason I never liked that city... but thats just my problem...

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[User Picture]From: red_paperdoll
2005-05-30 10:20 pm (UTC)
it's got the same appeal to me as does Vegas...debauchery was never my thing. i really missed you; sorry for being away for so long. i hope you still remember me!
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From: lorgar
2005-05-31 03:44 am (UTC)
I enjoy Vegas.

Dont worry about me remembering you. Special people dont get forgotten. You have a real life and since I am just words on the lj its not like you owe me anything but your postings which I enjoy reading.
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[User Picture]From: red_paperdoll
2005-08-31 07:41 am (UTC)
You always make me feel so good. I've been doing lots of soul searching by myself and it's been really therapeutic, although more than a little lonely. I wish that I knew you in real life so that we could just hang out. But our special little meeting place (LJ) will have to do. It's my secret pleasure, and really one of the only places I feel completely comfortable. Partly, I guess because of the Anonymity. And you're more than just words...you're a place I can home to.
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From: lorgar
2005-08-31 12:19 pm (UTC)
we all need someplace that we can rant... babble.. joke around... cry and the lj is that place....

and thank you for your kind words and i do too wish we could hang out .... not enough good people to go around to do that with.
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[User Picture]From: baysox77
2005-03-28 12:45 pm (UTC)
What did Karl expect in New Orleans? If you're turned off by debauchery and inhibition, it's kinda dumb to go to a place like New Orleans...you're just going to make yourself miserable, and it looks like that's exactly what happened.
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[User Picture]From: red_paperdoll
2005-03-29 11:38 am (UTC)
Ah, my brother is a complicated creature who doesn't much like travelling...he went 'cause mom made him.
in the end, though, he admitted he had fun. ;)
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From: space_hippies
2005-03-28 02:09 pm (UTC)
honeymooned in nawlins... years ago.... your pics brought back nice memories!
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[User Picture]From: red_paperdoll
2005-05-30 10:23 pm (UTC)
wow...what a spot for a honeymoon! where did you get married?!
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From: space_hippies
2005-05-31 07:32 am (UTC)
Deep south Texas; harlingen!
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[User Picture]From: red_paperdoll
2005-08-31 07:34 am (UTC)
Whoa, what a unique spot! How are you liking married life? I'm dreaming of the day I finally have someone get down on one knee (heck, it doesn't have to be a knee, they can be seated) and give me their heart. Ah, I can't wait.. I've missed you.
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From: space_hippies
2005-08-31 02:28 pm (UTC)
Thank you, darling!! I have missed you too!!! Married life as with all of life has its ups and downs, but I am for the most part a happy, happy boy! And I KNOW you will find the ONE who will love you and give you everything. You are so beautiful!! *swoon*
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[User Picture]From: queenofcretins
2005-03-28 07:03 pm (UTC)
One of these days, I'll go to New Orleans.
I asked Jon one time if we went to Marti Gras, if I could get beads. He said "no." and I said, "well then, you can't give any out." He replied with, "there will be enough boobs shown to satify me." To which I hit him with something.
A couple of weeks later, I asked again, if I could get beads. This time, he said "yes."
What does this mean?!
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[User Picture]From: red_paperdoll
2005-05-30 10:30 pm (UTC)
it's impossible to read exactly what guys mean. i think sometimes they mix around their answers so that the question stops getting asked.
deep down, though, neither of you want to give or get beads or else you wouldn't be so good together...unless maybe you're completely secure in the relationship and each other--but that is a place i can only hope to be.
charlie told me that i can't accept beads, give away beads, or anything to have to do with beads. they're not that cool anyway...i'd probably just stick them in a drawer at the end of it all.
i've missed you so much. i hope you haven't forgotten about me. i've been thinking of you lately...
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[User Picture]From: queenofcretins
2005-05-31 11:25 pm (UTC)
Why have you been thinking about me?
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[User Picture]From: red_paperdoll
2005-06-02 05:29 pm (UTC)
Well, I really have no one I'm close to besides my family and my LJ friends, and you've been especially good to me.
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From: candlesandcloth
2005-06-06 09:57 pm (UTC)
*smiles* I just try to make you feel special...like you should!
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[User Picture]From: cloud708
2005-04-18 03:00 am (UTC)
katerina. where art my katerina.
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[User Picture]From: red_paperdoll
2005-05-30 10:27 pm (UTC)
i'm where i always am. it doesn't seem like things really move, just change a lot. i'm not close to figuring things out, unfortunately...not living like i should. well, i'm graduating from law school earlier than i expected. I have one semester left to go, can you imagine?! i missed you most of all scarecrow.
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[User Picture]From: red_paperdoll
2005-08-31 08:19 am (UTC)
Hey, you horny bastard! *winks* How've you been?! I just updated my journal after a long while, and I thought if I did, I would see your little blinking icon soon enough. My heart leaps for joy when it thinks of you. *kisses*
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[User Picture]From: jmajor
2005-04-22 03:14 am (UTC)
I'm beginning to think she didn't return from New Orleans...
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[User Picture]From: red_paperdoll
2005-05-30 10:25 pm (UTC)
oh, you! i wouldn't ever abandon you, or my journal. i've posted up somehting new, and i had so much to write that i kept adding and adding to the entry and it was endless, so i just posted it as is. i hope you forgive me, because i missed you.
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[User Picture]From: red_paperdoll
2005-08-31 08:16 am (UTC)
I disappear pretty good. I can't say it's my best quality. But I always come back home.
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[User Picture]From: dolphin_mama
2005-06-10 06:00 pm (UTC)
Hi I am a friend of POETPALADIN (Paul). I am planning a party for his birthday in July, weather or not you can make the party will you please email me so I can let you know about the other surprise and if you want in on it.

yesitsmedolph@yahoo.com


shhhhhhhhh!

Thanks, Shelley

P.S. if I have already emailed with you sorry for this comment
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[User Picture]From: red_paperdoll
2005-08-31 07:16 am (UTC)
Wow. I guess I was a little late on this one! I haven't been on LJ since *blushes* this Post. I hope the Poet had a great birthday! You seem like such a wonderful person and I hope that all his birthday wishes came true!
<333
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[User Picture]From: dolphin_mama
2005-09-01 04:50 am (UTC)
Why thank you. I hope his wishes came true as well!
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From: loki_fire
2005-06-27 03:19 pm (UTC)
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[User Picture]From: red_paperdoll
2005-08-31 07:09 am (UTC)
No! Not at all, i'm very flattered...I'll be seeing you.
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[User Picture]From: smokyscott
2005-10-26 07:17 am (UTC)
You still around?

I have a new LJ and realized I never left a comment here. I've missed you!
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