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2002-06-11 - 2:06 p.m. Yesterday as I was leaving the drug store, this black guy who was on a payphone near my car dropped the receiver to speak to me. Excuse me, Ma'am. I really need a favor. I just asked some man for help and he said 'I don't talk to niggers' and my Mother just had a stroke, and my son is playing against the [some sports team]. Look at me, I don't have a gun [turns around and bends over to prove it], I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to get a little gas, and I ain't got no money. Please Ma'am... I felt bad, and maybe he was telling the absolute truth, but I honestly couldn't afford to give him any money, and I certainly was not going to let a stranger in my car (the gas station was just next door anyway). After box-head, the purse snatcher, I am just leery of strange men. After that, Thom, Sarah, and I went out for seafood. It was Sarah's last night, and I had to make sure she tried gumbo and crawfish (after assuring she had beignets for breakfast, lol). Following dinner, we stopped at the Matador for one last cocktail before I brought her back to the hostel. I guess most of you on here have no idea who I'm talking about - she's a friend of a friend of Mike's from Canada. She was in town and needed a tour guide. I love to do that, so I didn't mind at all. We had a lot of fun, and now I'll miss her! A few years back, the lovely Miss Prue Corlette from Down Undah sent over a pair of her friends to stay with me and I had a fabulous time. Hana and Melody (or as Prue calls them, Hanner and Mel) were so funny and crazy, and I absolutely loved them. That's one thing about being host to the foreign friends of foreign friends, you make new pals, but you'll probably never see them again! Even the foreign friends you might not see again. I wish I could be Jet-Set enough to travel to Australia, but I'm afraid the occasional trip to Hollywood and the mandatory family trip to Italy every other year will be all I can manage until I Anna Nicole Smith my way into some old geezer's bank account. JUST KIDDING! I wish I were that devoid of conscience. Actually I don't but whatever. Point is, since I can't go see the world, I am hereby officially inviting the world to come see me! In the immortal words of Bob Barker, "Come on down!" Well, that's about it except for the poll. Vote now, or forever hold your peas. song of the day: Complainte de la Butte Rufus Wainwright penelope fact: She is going to the vet for her check up this weekend. something queer: too much snot and crawfish poo-veins |