I’m in a stupor my last evening in New Orleans. Maybe it’s the heat and the fact that Hazel and I walked miles today (slowly of course), or maybe it’s the incredible food I’ve been enjoying every step of the way. Had lunch at this place Stanley on Jackson Square and it was delicious – eggs hollandaise with the plumpest, juiciest fried oysters. As I’ve done after every meal I’ve eaten in this town, I said “Now THAT was hands down the best!”
Hazel found an apartment that’s cheap and right near school and the Garden District. The building needs work but the apartment will look cute with her stuff in it and I think she’ll be okay there. This is still one of the greatest places on earth – I’m really pleased she’s here.
This trip has been too perfect, the only minus has been I keep wishing Eric were here to see everything. I can’t wait for him to make his first trip to this place, hopefully soon.
Oh and the other thing bumming me out in a serious way – I mean serious to the point where when I think about it, I get weepy – I’ve lost my glasses. My brand new progressive lenses that cost a fortune. I don’t often get attached to things but I loved those glasses – they were changing my life cause I could finally see to drive, read maps, everything. I even loved the tan leather case they came in. It was like some kind of worry beads for me through this tour, I’d rub the soft leather like a baby with a blanket or toy to calm myself down. Gone. Somewhere between Lula Restaurant in Chicago where I used them to read the menu and I-57 in Illinois they have disappeared. I was holding out final hope for when we emptied the minivan of all of Hazel’s stuff but – nothing. A lone McDonald’s french fry (when did I go to McDonald’s?), a pair of dirty white Keds and the first Wussy album – that’s it.
I’ve still got my progressive sunglasses at least. I’ve been practicing wearing them after dark. My new affectation? Born out of necessity, on the banks of the Mississippi.