I am not sure if this post will be deemed “inappropriate.” I don’t think it should be, if it is, because testicles are simply a part of the human (male) body and what’s inappropriate about that? Also, if it weren’t for testicles, where would we all be today? Not alive, that’s where. So here I go.
Roan attended his first baseball game last week. An old friend of Steve & I now works closely with Tom Hanks’ production company. He invited Roan and Steve to watch the Dodger game from Tom Hanks’ personal box. Suite. Amazing.
This morning after watching “The Last Airbender” (good) and cleaning the house (necessary) Roan and I headed outside to water our “crops.” We recently planted a bunch of vegetables and refer to them as our crops. The hose pops out of the wall and a pipe bursts shooting water like a geyser.
For those of you who saw my solo show you know that when I was a child my beloved dachshund and her six puppies were violently attacked and killed and eaten by a large owl! While this story is rather comedically told with the help of puppets in my show— when Ned escaped last night— it haunted me.
I’m sitting alone at the counter of Mahoneys Poboy shop on Magazine Street in New Orleans.
Been staying at my In laws and eating my mother in laws fabulous food, going out to new & interesting places, but no Poboy for me yet on this trip and we leave tomorrow.
Much like New York pizza crust, you cannot recreate new Orleans Poboy French bread anywhere else. They say it’s the water. And yeast in the air of the kitchen.
I’ve ordered shrimp but the menu toutes: Rootbeer glazed ham poboys Cochon w Creole Slaw Fried Green Tomatoes Ouster Remoulade And the guy next to me has a fried blue softshell crab Poboy with the legs sticking out of the bread. Yum.
New Orleans seems to have had a resurgence in the last year. It’s not the ghost town it once may have been after Katrina.
New Orleans has been dubbed Hollywood South. Hundreds of movies & tv shows are shot here each year. I bet I’d get more acting work here than in Hollywood proper.
There’s a tiny “improv comedy” theater that’s opened on Freret Street. A street that immediately takes you back to the 50s. I wonder about calling and seeing a show or even asking if I could “play” with them. Maybe next time.
It’s been a good trip. The point of this trip was so Roan could see his three cousins. He’s had a blast. Nana is a pro costume maker. She’s also a wonderful cook but strangely Roan prefers my “cooking” to anyone else’s. Which I must say makes me feel a little warm & fuzzy.
I shared a piece of Bastille Day cake at Whole Foods with John Goodman the other day. (“let them eat cake!”) took a mule drawn carriage ride w Roan. Rode a bike thru the park & marveled at how beautiful it is here. Lush, tropical, elegant, sweaty, spicy, delicious, glittery & humid.
Tomorrow it’s back to LA. I’m a Southern Californian girl at heart. I’m glad to call it home. But if ever there was a grand place to dub my second home You can’t get better than New Orleans.