Friday, July 31, 2009

Admit It!

You all thought I was exaggerating, didn't you? Well... here's some proof for ya...

Monday, July 20, 2009

How to Know You're in New Orleans

8:30AM: I'm headed down the street with one of my fellow production-ites to go to Starbucks in the French Quarter in New Orleans.

Sadly for me, I'm dressed for my day at the Superdome, which means I am layered to the eyeballs because it's freezing in there. So my walk to Starbucks turned me awfully sweaty in the thick N.O. air, especially since I am also schleping my computer, a binder and God knows what else, in my computer case.

I turn the corner onto Canal and there in the doorway is the most aggressively average looking Transvestite/ prostitute I have ever seen. She looks me up and down and says, "Good morning" with a very bright smile. I respond in kind and as I pass her by, she gives me another glance and says, with a very surprised inflection, "Oh! Nice tits!"

Naturally, I say, "Thanks very much." And I continue on my way.

Hello, New Orleans.