- Hearing about Alan’s singing lessons. Yes, singing lessons, for adults who always wanted to sing but never felt they were any good at it. Or for those who still dream of being in the Whiffenpoofs, even if they didn’t go to Yale. And aren’t male.
- Coming home after one of the world’s most frustrating days battling bad computer equipment first at my parents’ house and then at Kinko’s. Or maybe I’m just bad with computers. Regardless, this day rendered me clinically insane, and I was so relieved to finally return home, open my front door, and have my puppy run onto the porch to greet me.
- Getting a free cookie from Souper Jenny’s because I brought my own bag. Only thing is: I like their soup more than their cookies. Still. Free cookie!
Question: Why am I still day dreaming about New Orleans? Is it simply that it was so sunny and warm there (and verdant!) and Atlanta is bare, cold and gray? Did I become addicted to Sazeracs without even realizing it? Do I need a daily quota of fresh oysters and shrimp? Why has NOLA gotten under my skin? Does this mean I’ll return there and be haunted by spirits and ghosts? (A good friend swears all of NOLA is haunted, and if you live there, you just get sucked in deeper and deeper and deeper…)