Rules of conduct

It's been one of those days when I have to remember Tammi's sister's rule: If two or less people in a day seem like assholes, then they're probably assholes. If more than two people in a day seem like assholes, you're probably the one being the asshole. For most of today, everyone has been an asshole!!

It's better now, though, because I can go home in a few more minutes.

I will use my last minutes at work to recount a bit more about my trip to New Orleans. The first night we were there, I went with my friend and her boyfriend to the Napoleon House. I was really pleased to go there b/c the last time I was in New Orleans, Yvette (the bride) and I had tried to go on SuperBowl Sunday, but b/c it was Sunday they were closing early. We looked through the glass doors and could see people inside still finishing up their meals, so of course that made it all the more enticing.

So, Hayden, Richard and I got in this time and sat in the lovely plant-filled courtyard, sipping Pimm's Cups (a superior springtime cocktail). The level of decrepitude in Napoleon House is quite impressive. In fact, while we were there something (presumably a paint chip or cockroach) fell from the wall or ceiling and onto the plate of a nearby diner. It was all taken in stride--apologies all around, a new plate and a move to a table further from the funky wall.

I had a declicious Corsican Salad loaded with gorgonzola cheese--yum! Don't usually care for the raspberry vinaigrette, but their version wasn't cloying. Wonderful meal with the balmy breeze keeping us just shy of sweltering.

And now it's time for me to go home.