Friday, February 17, 2012

And Elsewhere, Mardi Gras.

Beginnings, endings and the in-betweens. The stories you can tell over coffee and beignets. 

Abita Amber and blackened alligator. When in Louisiana... 
(“New Orleans food is as delicious as the less criminal forms of sin.”  said Mark Twain. 
An understatement if there ever was one.)

Cajun martinis in The Big Easy. Spicy, perfect. 
There's a song written about it somewhere, of that am certain.

First comes booze, then come Blues.
And when you are finally ready to say Good Night, you know it was.

1 comment:

Roy said...

love the last line!