May 21st, 2004

I Will Not Defame New Orleans.

Work is Hard Work!


This was my office for the last four days in Freeport on Grand Bahama Island:

Hey, I hate me too, okay?

A biz trip to the Caribbean (the which I had erstwhile ne'er espied) with The One I Love was just the reminder I needed to know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that all the shit and hell I went through in my 20s is paying off in karma. And spades.

Back in New Orleans tonight. I've been in planes, trains, automobiles and airport waiting rooms for ten hours and my narrative skills are duly on the wane, so I will simply pummel this page with pictures and perhaps my story will get told.

Islands are pretty.

The investments we made, which were the reason for the trip, did not pan out as we had expected. But you are not going to find me complaining when our afternoon siestas consisted of four or five hours of this…

…or midnight dips in the pools or warm Caribbean ocean.

Or being naughty and childish and climbing up trees or jumping on floaties…

…and basically acting like a horny 15 year old.

And as a post script to the trip, I've said it before, but it bears repeating: I love living in New Orleans because no matter what fabulous place I travel to, I always get to come home to this.