Thursday, February 24, 2005
New Orleans, Here We Come! (God Help Us.)
The Kamikaze gang is off to the shitty that always seeps. (Yes, this is really how I feel about the “Big Easy.”) We’re dropping our daughter off at daycare and hitting the road. Once we get to the city, we’ll have several hours to kill before we join the swampy, post-punk locals at the TwiRoPa for an evening with Blonde Redhead and Interpol. After that, we’ll hit the road to come back to Tallahassee . . . stopping for a respite at the hotel we booked . . . in Slidell.
Man, you really wish you were us.
In other news, I left mom with some food, her pills, and a sitter. She’ll be fine. No, really.