classic overhear at coffeeshop. all i ever wanted when i was fifteen was to be able to say these lines:

"hey mom. yeah. i'm in new orleans. i was travelling with this girl and she brought me here. i'm just squatting with some kids, getting some inspiration"

(too bad this dude looks to be 30... but still. go get that inspiration.)

there is a big, big football game today and New Orleans is one gigantic brash, nervous, jubilant party. The radio station is playing every conceivable version of "when the saints go marching in"... and i mean EVERY CONCEIVABLE version. I have heard at least 50 versions: brass bands, jazz, gospel, cajun, zydeco... it's awesome. The coffee-shop misfits are beside themselves with glee at this opportunity to mock all the tailgaters and frenzied fans who have driven across the country for this game. If I hear one more comment about "bread and circuses...". Honestly? We get it. You were persecuted by jocks in high school. Get over it.

damn. i've dipped my hair in my coffee again.

3:50 p.m. - 2010-01-24