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ahh … titanic marathon on tnt. usually, after frolicking into the wee hours, i prefer the romantic comedy genre for recovery purposes. but the romantic disaster epic certainly has its merits.

more sluggish than usual on a hungover afternoon. so much so that i’m avoiding the phone for fear of failing in casual conversation. i was in wal mart earlier buying toilet paper (top of the morning), and as i’m checking out the woman says, ‘hi sir, how are you?’ to which i reply, ‘good, thanks. nice to see you again!’ nice to see you again! just like that. all excited and happy. never seen this woman in my life. i don’t know. failing in casual conversation …

flatbed honeymoon had a good one last night at the magnolia cafe in not-so-far-away st. francisville.

great place … little artsy compound in small town louisiana. great food, good sound, nice people, good crowd. they seemed to dig us and booked us again for march 19th. the best part was they have these cabins from the 1930s that they rent out for $75 a night (although they said that they sometimes hook up the bands if there’s nobody using them). so for the next gig, we’re getting some cabins. bring up some folks. play a show, have some food, drinks. retire to the cabins. frolic. wake up, hit the cafe, some hiking, horseback riding, plantation touring … what have you.

sorted.

the other best part was lady of the barge and the ladies of lady of the barge showed up as well. troupers, they are. all of ‘em. gamers. soliders. brothers. sisters. the family grandbouche was there as well complete with roy in a stunning baby blue western shirt. we all ended up at chateau schmitt (sans roy, of course) with gumbo and grass and whiskey and the new music room and the piano and the lovely wood smell and the dogs and the guitars and the songs and the extra extra good good goodness.

**there goes rose, jumping out of the lifeboat. she’s a pisser, that rose. classy broad … **

i want pizza.

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