it felt like i was in new orleans for a week. my 2 brothers, mom and stepdad and i went and checked in to the hotel and then went to a super old restaurant called galatoir's, and then walked around on bourbon street. i swear the streets were so crowded, everyone seemed to blend into eachother. the street chattered with people. people walked like laughter, skiddishly with noise. it was if they were trying to deny the silence and solitude that DID exist in the streets. when you're hearing out of focus, for a split-second the silence is so evident. it's as if people are sight-seeing and pointing and jibber-jabbering but nothing that they say really matters. the silence is where it doesnt matter anymore.
the second day we woke up at around 12 and shopped. i got these khakis from abercrombie, all of this stuff from the bodyshop, my homecoming dress at bcbg (which it wont let me put it up on here...but you can go to the bcbg website, and it's under "blushing beauty" and it's called "brown/powder pink non-stretch tulle dress") and this shirt from paul frank.

then we went to some steak restaurant and then to the saints/philadelphia game last night, and saints got whipped 26-16 i think. something like that. it was AMAZING walking into the stadium. jsut when you walk into the dome and you have a small rectangle view walking into the little entrance to your section, and then you walk out into the dome and everything expands, and your peripheral vision is overflowing with just PEOPLE. looking out to the roaring THOUSANDS of fans in the huge place top-to-bottom full was the most awe-inspiring experience i've had in a while. you shoulda seen what "the wave" looked like. TIDAL, man. there was this massive rise in my chest just bursting with pure excitement.

we went to the hotel, then this morning, robert and i walked around new orleans and got SO lost on canal street, which was pretty scary. i kept on thinking up scenarios where the lanky lingering guys leaning on the buildings would try to mug/rape me and i'd kick them in the stomach and run to the closest police car (which was on EVERY block.....hah completely not a good sign). i'd even make up backgrounds to these guys...like one was an out-of-job drug dealer who saw a vulnerable girl walking with an open purse, so thought to himself.."hehehe here's a way to make some easy money", and then the senario would be that i read his mind and yelled "NOT SO EASY BUDDY!!!!!!", and i'd run, stuffing my purse up in my shirt as i run vigorously down canal street.

no, really...IT WAS PRETTY SHADY down there...at 10 in the morning.

so my show comes on in 10 minutes. THE OC...extremely recommended. just enough time to get all set with my coffee icecream, blanket, pillow and water on the floor in the den with the lights dimmed for my hour of perfect entertainment!! WOOHOO

and i'm beyond your peripheral vision, so you might want to turn your head. - ani difranco!