How Time Flies

I just realized it's been a month since my last post.  A half a dozen posts in and I'm already slacking off.  It's not like I haven't been doing anything blog-worthy, I'm just lazy. Probably.

So what exactly have I been up to?

Well, I joined a pool league.

That's my team, Pocket Siths.  I am the lowest skill level member of the team so they play me every week--pretty much because they have to, not because they want to.

We play on red felt at our home pool hall and I have learned I suck at playing on red felt.  That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.

I've also had some fun taking pictures of myself and the fur babies to send to D while he's at work:

I went to New Orleans with D and some friends from back home.  We loved it!  Definitely need to go back at some point, maybe when it isn't hot at balls (which is almost never).

First night: cocktails on Frenchman Street (that's where all the good live music is).

Beignets from Cafe du Monde on Decatur Street.

Second day: Moscow Mules overlooking the Mississippi.

Pretty French Quarter architecture.

Delicious fried food goodness from a tiny place tucked away at the back of a gay bar in the French Quarter.

The tomb of Marie Laveau, aka The Voodoo Queen of New Orleans, aka one hell of an entrepreneur.

Third day: Took a steamship cruise down/up the Mississipi on The Natchez.

Followed by another cocktail.

And beer.

And delicious duck.

Last day: the cool ceiling of our hotel lobby.

Some interesting taxidermy.

Top contender for my next ugly lamp.

More beautiful French Quarter architecture.

And a pretty garden hiding behind a wall.

It's difficult to see, but this horse has sparkly purple hooves.

Jackson Square.  The centre building is the St. Louis Cathedral, and the building on the left is the Cabildo (old city hall, now a museum, and where the final version of the Louisiana Purchase was signed). The building on the right is the Presbytere, built to match the Cabildo. It was originally meant to house the city's Roman Catholic priests but ended up becoming a courthouse and then later a museum.

Delicious fried oyster po'boy.

The pale yellow building in the middle is our hotel, Hotel St. Marie.  Would highly recommend!

In other exciting adventures, I burned myself on a hot pot lid, and two days later removed a chunk of the tip of my finger while slicing ginger for kombucha:

The burn actually doesn't look bad in this picture--it looked worse once it blistered and peeled...

This hurt a lot and bled like a motherf*cker.  Fortunately, I heal quickly and it's almost all better now!

I'll finish on a less gross note with a picture of the awesome birthday cake one of our closest friends made for her adorable 3 year old son who's a bit obsessed with trains (okay, a lot obsessed!)

So that covered a lot of ground! Hopefully I'll be less lazy in the future and will get back to posting more often, but no promises.