Tuesday, February 28, 2006

i wish i was in new orleans

... I can see it in my dreams
arm-in-arm down Burgundy
a bottle and my friends and me
...
tenor saxophone calling me home
and I can hear the band begin
"When the Saints Go Marching In"
...
I'll drink you under the table
...
New Orleans, I'll be there
...


Some to celebrate Fat Tuesday ... (I'll probably be sued for posting that many lines of lyrics ... but for a good cause, though ... heh).


[Mardi Gras, 1950-something, that's Grandpa with the glasses behind the bar]

A little decadence goes a long way in healing (trust me).







Cheers, New Orleans.

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