Our apartment is in the final stages of being repaired, according to Ramon and crew. Which is the one thing I'm holding onto - the awesome imminence of moving back into our place. Everything is covered in that fine sheetrock silt - I mean everything - but I have never looked forward to Swiffering more. Hell yeah.
And I read great things about reopenings in Mid-City, and OMG, I am already fantasizing about burying my face in a roast beef po-boy at Parkway Bakery. But then I read that my favorite 'hot' sauce - Crystal - is leaving New Orleans. Aagh. For every bright spot, it seems there is a dark spot counterpart.
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