بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
(Even though I’m from L.A./Compton 😛 )
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Beautiful and Beloved Black Bebies!!!
I had such a good time last night. I’m still basking in the light of that good LIVE MUSIC a la the Corey Henry Funktet! I’m so lucky to be in the birthplace of JAZZ!!! I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I don’t even care if Razzaq put “roots” on me to get me to stay put.
I’ve never been able to stay in one place longer than six months and I tried to leave in October and November, but alas, I’m STILL HERE!!!! Loving it!!!
I still feel like the “new girl” especially after meeting Mr. Beaux Monkey Red last night. He was SO New Orleans. The novelty is nowhere near to running out. I still love overhearing conversations and their fabulous accents!!! Behbeh!
I was talking to Joi, the music producer, who is also from L.A., and she shares my sentiments. There is no better city than New Orleans!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
We can have a Second Line from the Wedding Reception to the hotel and never have to leave the city for our Honeymoon! 😉 However, I still want to visit the birthplace of Hip-Hop one day but AFTER I marry Razzaq. So, I’m content to just chillax in the CRESCENT City until then.
I slept in the HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT last night thinking it might be warmer than THE PRINCESS PAVILLION. It wasn’t AND I got my cape dirty. Making me feel even filthier and I know this is the Dirty South but I’m a Muslim and I can’t stand being dirty. I bought a bike because walking two blocks will blacken your shoes.
But anyway, when the Sun finally came up, it was still real cold when I went and got some coffee. Then went back to THE HIDEOUT to try and decide what to do with my day.
I couldn’t get in the masjid to get the rest of my stuff. They are really hating on ya gurl. Just because I don’t follow the prophet who was sent to the Arabs. So then I got caught in THE PRINCESS PAVILLION 2 again! By that crazy man who kicked me out the other day.
So, I was sitting at this spot I know where I can charge my phone feeling really frustrated and I was just like “Forget it. I’m going to the shelter.”
The first time I came out here I couldn’t stay there because I didn’t have any I.D.
I have one now, I just don’t dig shelters.
I ALWAYS get kicked out.
But this will be my first time in a shelter in New Orleans. And I’m going to TRY to not let my mouth nor my attitude get me kicked out.
It’s free the first seven days and after that it’s ten bucks nightly. Which is better than a hotel, which is what I was going to do every few days just to shower and wash my garments.
So, I haven’t been to Washington Street since I moved out here and it felt really good to see my Baby’s street again. I used to walk down it every day last time I was here.
But this time, I haven’t really been spending much time Uptown. This time I’ve been Downtown. And I like Downtown better even though the name (Downtown) sounds worse than Uptown. I mean who wants to be “down?” besides Brandy? LOL
But The Treme’ is Downtown and that’s where the MUSIC is! Even the Jazz Playhouse is in the Quarter – also Downtown. The Mississippi and the Lake are Downtown. So I REALLY did not want to come all the way Uptown to go to this blasted shelter.
But I don’t have any, well I don’t want to spend any money on another blanket, and I hate being cold at night, so I’m like let me at least see what it’s like.
So, I pushed Lulu in the direction of Uptown and ran into all this traffic. At first I thought it was everybody leaving after the Bayou Classic but then I saw somebody scalping tickets so I knew the Saints were playing today.
Being from L.A., where we haven’t had a football team in upteen years, I just can’t get caught up in the frenzy. It feels like a suburb when they play. Everybody wears jerseys and keeps up with the score and they actually have tailgate parties! I had only seen them on T.V. before I moved out here.
It seems so corny. But last year they had this big shindig outside the Superdome and they had rappers and I kinda dug it. But I don’t know what that was. Something special.
These tailgate parties I saw today were interracial and the music was so annoying and LOUD. I couldn’t wait to get away from there.
But I did roll past one playing brass band but I didn’t go out of my way to check them out because I knew it was a recording. If it had been an actual LIVE band, I would have gone two miles out of my way! Did I mention that I absolutely LOVE live music? 😉
So, I finally made it to the shelter. It’s one o’clock now, but I was told they don’t start admitting until four.
Most Traveler’s Society employees are such jerks.I mean, you would think they were financing the shelter themselves. But they have such superiority/power trips. She wouldn’t even let me sit outside for five minutes to rest before getting back on my bike after trekking all the way from DT. But I’m gonna take it to keep from being cold.
As long as I can.