What I did Memorial Day Weekend
Was it fucking HOT this past weekend or what?! Oh my God... that sun beat down on us in the Deep South pretty darn good. It was definitely too HOT and HUMID. Grrr...
I started the three day holiday weekend off with my friend Larry. I drove up to Gulfport, MS where Larry cooked the nicest meal ever. We had a wonderful salad, crab cakes, and steaks. I swear it was a better meal than I would have had in any restaurant. Afterwards, I got to tour the devastation once again. All I have to say is -- New Orleanians need to stop bitching. Whereas New Orleans is coming back alive and got most of its fabulousness back... the Mississippi Gulf Coast still looks like an Apocalypse. Where stately million dollar mansions once stood proudly on the coast, there is nothing but cement slabs and a small plastic-looking FEMA trailer marking the spot. All of the really nice restaurants, hotels and some casinos on the coast are all gone. Their rubble has been carted away for good. It is really sad. The place still looks like a war zone. A war zone that gets very little media attention as New Orleans siphons away all the post Katrina spotlight.
On Saturday, I hooked back up with the Shrew. (my BF) He tells me I have to start planting nice stories about him on my blog to raise his approval ratings. It is not that I say bad things about him on my blog. I usually only mention him in passing because I thought he would rather stay out of the madness of my blog. And for the umpteenth time... I never gave him the name "E.Shrew" or "Evil Shrew". His own dear brother gave him that name. Michael (the BF) LOVES that title and wears it sort of as a badge of honor. So, I am not disrespecting him. I am honoring him.
The weekend in New Orleans was a blur. All I remember is the intense heat. I remember that EAT, the new restaurant that replaced The Quarter Scene is SOOOO much better. The food quality was impeccable. The menu choices were superb. E.Shrew and his brother had the most excellent grits and grillades. I had grits, chicken fried steak, and gravy. I swear to God... all you Yankees hate grits... but this restaurant makes the fluffiest and best grits on the planet. Mmm... good!
There was the Greek Fest on Saturday, where I learned from the President of my Hate Club that I really should do something about my nose hairs. I TRY to trim them... but sometimes they sneak up on me and they grow too fast! I had fun at the Greek Fest. They were selling Abita Beer for $2 and had the most delish food. I got the best gyros sandwich I have ever eaten for $5. It was fun to hang out the President of my Hate Club and his entourage. What do they say? Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer? Just kidding... the President of my Hate Club really does love me deep down. He just has this penchant for giving me a hard time because I am an easy target. It has something to do with that defect I have about wearing all my feelings on my sleeves and not keeping any in my pocket.
Oh yes... there was plenty drinking this weekend. Some hot tourists were in town spicing up the local bar scene. I remember meeting a hunky older guy named Pat from Memphis. He wanted me to go back to his room at the Bourbon Orleans and make a "porn movie" with him. It was intriguing... but I had to turn him down. Oh... and that was wise... as the Shrew came right up behind us startling me as I was having this intriguing indecent proposal with Pat. The Shrew wanted to hear all the details... and I promptly told him. That is why I love E. Shrew. He doesn't sweat the small things. I LOVE that I have a boyfriend that is not the least bit jealous. I am extremely flirty by nature (Duh... you couldn't tell?) so I really need a boyfriend that can deal with that. And hey... E.Shrew gets hit on all the time too! He tells me his stories and I just smile. I feel like when others find my boyfriend handsome and charming, then I must really have something great!
Oh, I did come to a realization about the locals in New Orleans. They are a bit incestuous. Just about everybody hugs and kisses on everybody. That is the greatest thing in my book! It feels like a small tight-nit community. You can make a "fruit loop" around the Bourbon Pub bar and it can practically take 30 minutes to an hour as you are hugging and chatting with your buddies. It was a treat for me to spend so much time with some very special friends this weekend. I saw so many of whom I always look forward to seeing. It was all smiles and all hugs this weekend. The power of the human spirit was alive and well this weekend.
Of course, our spirits were merrily lifted with a little help from the buzzing from the beer. But it wasn't just about the beer. We were buzzing on life too. Before I close this post, I would like to bring up one more thing related to this "buzzing". Neither me nor E.Shrew are alcoholics. I sometimes get posts from anonymous morons that suggest I have a drinking problem. Uhhh... drinking 5 beers in a gay bar is not a drinking problem. You have a drinking problem when the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning is fix yourself a stiff drink. We don't do that. And that, Marjorie - just so you will know - and your children will someday know - is the night the lights went outin Georgia on THAT discussion!
I started the three day holiday weekend off with my friend Larry. I drove up to Gulfport, MS where Larry cooked the nicest meal ever. We had a wonderful salad, crab cakes, and steaks. I swear it was a better meal than I would have had in any restaurant. Afterwards, I got to tour the devastation once again. All I have to say is -- New Orleanians need to stop bitching. Whereas New Orleans is coming back alive and got most of its fabulousness back... the Mississippi Gulf Coast still looks like an Apocalypse. Where stately million dollar mansions once stood proudly on the coast, there is nothing but cement slabs and a small plastic-looking FEMA trailer marking the spot. All of the really nice restaurants, hotels and some casinos on the coast are all gone. Their rubble has been carted away for good. It is really sad. The place still looks like a war zone. A war zone that gets very little media attention as New Orleans siphons away all the post Katrina spotlight.
On Saturday, I hooked back up with the Shrew. (my BF) He tells me I have to start planting nice stories about him on my blog to raise his approval ratings. It is not that I say bad things about him on my blog. I usually only mention him in passing because I thought he would rather stay out of the madness of my blog. And for the umpteenth time... I never gave him the name "E.Shrew" or "Evil Shrew". His own dear brother gave him that name. Michael (the BF) LOVES that title and wears it sort of as a badge of honor. So, I am not disrespecting him. I am honoring him.
The weekend in New Orleans was a blur. All I remember is the intense heat. I remember that EAT, the new restaurant that replaced The Quarter Scene is SOOOO much better. The food quality was impeccable. The menu choices were superb. E.Shrew and his brother had the most excellent grits and grillades. I had grits, chicken fried steak, and gravy. I swear to God... all you Yankees hate grits... but this restaurant makes the fluffiest and best grits on the planet. Mmm... good!
There was the Greek Fest on Saturday, where I learned from the President of my Hate Club that I really should do something about my nose hairs. I TRY to trim them... but sometimes they sneak up on me and they grow too fast! I had fun at the Greek Fest. They were selling Abita Beer for $2 and had the most delish food. I got the best gyros sandwich I have ever eaten for $5. It was fun to hang out the President of my Hate Club and his entourage. What do they say? Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer? Just kidding... the President of my Hate Club really does love me deep down. He just has this penchant for giving me a hard time because I am an easy target. It has something to do with that defect I have about wearing all my feelings on my sleeves and not keeping any in my pocket.
Oh yes... there was plenty drinking this weekend. Some hot tourists were in town spicing up the local bar scene. I remember meeting a hunky older guy named Pat from Memphis. He wanted me to go back to his room at the Bourbon Orleans and make a "porn movie" with him. It was intriguing... but I had to turn him down. Oh... and that was wise... as the Shrew came right up behind us startling me as I was having this intriguing indecent proposal with Pat. The Shrew wanted to hear all the details... and I promptly told him. That is why I love E. Shrew. He doesn't sweat the small things. I LOVE that I have a boyfriend that is not the least bit jealous. I am extremely flirty by nature (Duh... you couldn't tell?) so I really need a boyfriend that can deal with that. And hey... E.Shrew gets hit on all the time too! He tells me his stories and I just smile. I feel like when others find my boyfriend handsome and charming, then I must really have something great!
Oh, I did come to a realization about the locals in New Orleans. They are a bit incestuous. Just about everybody hugs and kisses on everybody. That is the greatest thing in my book! It feels like a small tight-nit community. You can make a "fruit loop" around the Bourbon Pub bar and it can practically take 30 minutes to an hour as you are hugging and chatting with your buddies. It was a treat for me to spend so much time with some very special friends this weekend. I saw so many of whom I always look forward to seeing. It was all smiles and all hugs this weekend. The power of the human spirit was alive and well this weekend.
Of course, our spirits were merrily lifted with a little help from the buzzing from the beer. But it wasn't just about the beer. We were buzzing on life too. Before I close this post, I would like to bring up one more thing related to this "buzzing". Neither me nor E.Shrew are alcoholics. I sometimes get posts from anonymous morons that suggest I have a drinking problem. Uhhh... drinking 5 beers in a gay bar is not a drinking problem. You have a drinking problem when the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning is fix yourself a stiff drink. We don't do that. And that, Marjorie - just so you will know - and your children will someday know - is the night the lights went out
posted by Brettcajun at Tuesday, May 30, 2006
13 Comments:
Grits are nasty, unclean things unfit for human consumption.
Yes, I'm a Yankee.
Well if you do ever make that porn, I'll buy a copy. :)
ooooo man i miss the Quarter!
There is a restaurant in Raleigh, NC ( Crook's Corner) that makes the best "Shrimp and Grits". Yummy! Being an original line straddler (Virginian/Mason Dixon)I have claimed to be a southerner when appropriate. Having a Hillbilly for a mother, I was subjected to all sorts of southern treats.......grits, biscuits and gravy, collards, kale, hush puppies, beignets, True BBQ, etc.
Having a Ynakee bf who was easy to convert to good southern foods. Cheese grits being our favorite.
My mom still ships me a care package to the West coast, full of grits and Louisiana Hot sauce.
Actually, not to suggest that you are, or are not, an alcoholic. But your definition is simply wrong.
An alcoholic, by definition, is someone who cannot control his desire for alcohol. A person can be an alcoholic and not wake up needing a drink; a person can be an alcoholic and still manage to hold down a job. Not all alcholics are stereotypical drunks, falling down, craving a drink at all waking hours.
There are a number of resources on the web offering a list of questions which, if answered honestly, can at least suggest whether a person may be an alcoholic. For instance, if you can't imagine going out to a bar without having several beers, that is a warning sign.
Again, this isn't to suggest that you are, or are not, an alcoholic, or even that you have a drinking problem. But one of the most telling signs is someone who says "I can't be an alcoholic because...." followed by a rationalization ("because I get up and go to work every day, I don't drink at home, I don't drink mixed drinks, I only drink on weekends", etc.). That's usually a sign the person recognizes at some level his drinking is attracting attention and he's determined to paint it in the best possible light.
Something to think about.
Count me in on the porn purchase also... would pay damn good money to see that!
Heck Brett,
If I were there, we could have done a threesome. I'm with Spider's comment. HEHEHE!
Brett, sounds like you had a great weekend. Glad you enjoyed it.
If you do the porn and need an agent, I'm available. Of course I'd have to "audition" all of the hot studs that would want to be in the movie with you :) I know it would be a lot of hard work, but hell, someone would have to do it LOL
I love me some grits, cheese grits even better. You know New Orleans, and Chicago are the only two places I've been asked to make porn movies. I turned them down too. You know I bet we know some of the same people in New Orleans. Probably just like that show "Lost" how everyone is connected.
Thanks for the update on the Gulf Coast - those of us not there forget about the vast destruction from Katrina with all the focus on New Orleans.
BTW, I thought you had already made a porn and posted it on Brettcajun?
Yea I'd be in for the porn purchase. You could of had him film you next Jiggly dance. What a tease that would of been.
Hey sexy man. Sounds like you had a pretty entertaining holiday weekend. Definitely looking forward to meeting you - soon I hope - but kinda feel like I have already after talking to you for over 1 year. Matthew is a cutie and glad I got to meet him.
Talk to you soon -
Sean
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