When I was able to make a Friday night LJ entry from the hotel in New Orleans, I said I wanted to be at Cafe’ Du Monde and would go the next day. Can I just say that Tim is the greatest friend ever for reading about my craving and offering to walk there with me, in our “casual wear?” Yes, it’s true. I was wearing a blue silk tank that I sleep in and some jersey jammie bottoms that could–and did, I hope–pass for pants. Tim was in the Guinness jammies the dogs gave him for Christmas.
Okay, here’s a secret. I’m pretty sure Tim sleeps in the buff. But when others are present, he sometimes sleeps in this ensemble:
Anyway, we got cafe’ au lait and beignets. Or at least, I did. Tim thought it was probably too late for him to drink coffee or eat that wonderful grease-infused delight that is a beignet. But he was wanting chocolate, so we walked to Walgreen’s, which was closed. We were sure we’d find some place that had chocolate on our way back to the hotel, except Tim then spotted a woman eating ice cream.
You do know that ice cream is his favorite dietary indulgence, right? So the quest was on, and YAY! We found the Quarter’s Haagen-Dazs shop. While Tim waited for his two scoops (Bailey’s Irish cream and mint chocolate chip), we were accosted by an aged, drunken redneck who was bickering with his companions. He asked Tim to dial 911 on his cell phone, and Tim declined. ADR insisted that his companions were trying to kill him and asked me if I’d dial 911. I did. Okay, I confess. I did push in the numbers 9-1-1, but I never hit send. As ADR listened to the sound of silence on his cell, he muttered to Tim, “How does it feel to be a coward?” Then he wandered into the night, where his companions waited to kill him. Tim’s cowardice didn’t stop him from enjoying his ice cream nor me from enjoying my feast from Cafe’ Du Monde.
The next night, we returned to the cafe’, then walked back to sit by the pool at our hotel so Tim could enjoy his first indulgence of this New Orleans tradition.
Later, caloric guilt made me swim laps in the pool. Tim went up to the room to make Live Journal entries. In his jammies.
Oh that’s HILARIOUS! I love his jammies.
That’s wild about the ADR. When I was in Orlando a few months ago, I had a woman scream at me and Aaron to call her a cab. That she was DRUNK and couldn’t find her car. Now, I admit, I drink, lots, but not to that point. Ever. Drinking and driving in any form to me is nutters. But to lose a car? Not I, said Red. She called me a nice name, and went about trying to get anyone to call her a cab. I didn’t want to because I thought she would hang around with us and wait. I really am a terrible person.
Okay, what are beignets?
our NO trip
“Linda” says: There are two cities in this world that I enjoy most with Becky. One is NO, where we have actually been together. It is a magical, wonderful, old city. I love it best with you because you love it more than me. Our trip to see John M. was a sleepless fun trip. The other it NYC, where we have both been, separately, but in our imaginations we have been there together many times.
Re: our NO trip
Awwww. Hugs to “Linda.” 😉