Midday Liv-ing
I haven't been filling up my days as usefully as I could. Choices, always so many choices. Today I had set my sights on a 3pm televised college basketball game between Big 12 rivals Oklahoma and Kansas. Huge game and the first Network televising that lets New Orleanians cheer on its two homeboys, starting Oklahoma guards Hollis Price and Quannas White, who were teammates at St. Augustine High School. Browsing through my non-existent day planner I was seeing no impediment to my watching of this game today except for that one very real impediment--the game is actually tomorrow, Sunday, at 3pm.
Okay, so now I really got some time on my hands. Hmm, Irene Sage tonite at Le Bon Temps on Magazine. She who inspires romantic thinking...an issue I'll have to come to grips with eventually. Ten p.m. Hmm, that's a ways off. Boy oh boy how large is this day?
Parades over on St. Charles but winds are gusting at 40 mph, that's enough to blow me on my ass. The first night's parades got rained out last night, are being made up Monday night. The last weekend (next weekend) is the most intense parade going. I was almost psyching myself up for the a week from Monday Orpheus parade, which is a Harry Connick Jr, and Co. startup--in '93--and has grown in ten years to be one of the best, and my personal favorite, because one year I caught a string of beads from his wife, and if you're to get into Mardi Gras parades at all you have to suspend your jaded aloofness and become inspired by that brief eye contact and the connection made by way of a pretty smile and a cheap string of plastic beads. Or that same year wearing the same lucky NY Mets baseball cap a guy keyed on the cap and waved me away from the crowd and I ended up behind everybody, running along the sidewalk as the float moved down Canal, and the guy waited till I was open and threw me a nice toss, a whole bag of beads. But I don't do a lot of that running lately. Anyway, the letdown to this story is that this year's Orpheus grand marshalls, Steve Tyler and Joe Perry of Aerosmith, have backed out and are being replaced by Travis Tritt. Now maybe I do or maybe I don't have to tell you what a letdown that is because my most vivid fantasy for next Monday was that daughter Liv Tyler would be in town, on float, or just being seen around, and I'd get a little juice from that. She really is perfect for the float riding quasi-royalty I down below am your loyal subject fantasy. But alas, not to be.
So where am I? Basketball game not until tomorrow. Liv Tyler just vanished.
I'm at midday, staring out...at nothing. Hmm.
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I haven't been filling up my days as usefully as I could. Choices, always so many choices. Today I had set my sights on a 3pm televised college basketball game between Big 12 rivals Oklahoma and Kansas. Huge game and the first Network televising that lets New Orleanians cheer on its two homeboys, starting Oklahoma guards Hollis Price and Quannas White, who were teammates at St. Augustine High School. Browsing through my non-existent day planner I was seeing no impediment to my watching of this game today except for that one very real impediment--the game is actually tomorrow, Sunday, at 3pm.
Okay, so now I really got some time on my hands. Hmm, Irene Sage tonite at Le Bon Temps on Magazine. She who inspires romantic thinking...an issue I'll have to come to grips with eventually. Ten p.m. Hmm, that's a ways off. Boy oh boy how large is this day?
Parades over on St. Charles but winds are gusting at 40 mph, that's enough to blow me on my ass. The first night's parades got rained out last night, are being made up Monday night. The last weekend (next weekend) is the most intense parade going. I was almost psyching myself up for the a week from Monday Orpheus parade, which is a Harry Connick Jr, and Co. startup--in '93--and has grown in ten years to be one of the best, and my personal favorite, because one year I caught a string of beads from his wife, and if you're to get into Mardi Gras parades at all you have to suspend your jaded aloofness and become inspired by that brief eye contact and the connection made by way of a pretty smile and a cheap string of plastic beads. Or that same year wearing the same lucky NY Mets baseball cap a guy keyed on the cap and waved me away from the crowd and I ended up behind everybody, running along the sidewalk as the float moved down Canal, and the guy waited till I was open and threw me a nice toss, a whole bag of beads. But I don't do a lot of that running lately. Anyway, the letdown to this story is that this year's Orpheus grand marshalls, Steve Tyler and Joe Perry of Aerosmith, have backed out and are being replaced by Travis Tritt. Now maybe I do or maybe I don't have to tell you what a letdown that is because my most vivid fantasy for next Monday was that daughter Liv Tyler would be in town, on float, or just being seen around, and I'd get a little juice from that. She really is perfect for the float riding quasi-royalty I down below am your loyal subject fantasy. But alas, not to be.
So where am I? Basketball game not until tomorrow. Liv Tyler just vanished.
I'm at midday, staring out...at nothing. Hmm.
- jimlouis 2-22-2003 9:14 pm