Crawfish pieroghis and satsuma-flavored snow-blizzes
Dear Cheap Eats Lady,
Where did you go? New Orleans? That is great.
It is the news. It is the unkind heart of government, our American government, that makes me want to stop what I'm doing, which is watching television, and go to sleep. This is easy, because I am lying on the couch anyway. All it requires is a rollover and the determination to jettison my responsibilities for the day. Students be damned, the government got me so down, I could not grade your papers.
The thing that's great about me is that, I do roll over and go to bed for the day. It is a habit I've had all my life. I didn't get to use it so much when I worked full time in an office. But those days were, in the scope of all the jobs I've had, short-lived.
There was a time, during the Bush eras, when I thought I would simply drop out of society. And I did. It was too much to take. I felt like democracy was over, and nobody cared. So I quit. I quit the whole thing. I am a man of accomplishment and purposefulness. Especially when it comes to not doing anything. The complete quitting. Oh, how I excel.
This has been kind of going on for a few weeks. My job doesn't seem to notice. But I know I can't go on like this and maintain any sort of a paycheck. Eventually the work will pile up so much that I will not be able to get it done anymore. I feel like the mailfolks who stash all the mail they don't feel like delivering in their houses.
I have a tiny bedroom filled knee-deep with research papers about gun control, abortion, global warming, and how cell phones are very convenient. You would think that someone would be interested.
Dear Earl Butter,
Goddamn it, man, deliver that mail! Seriously, you don't have to worry about the government. David Byrne and I have that taken care of. What you do need to do is put every one of those student papers in its own private individual envelope, address them to as many different mail carriers as you can think of, and: stamp, boom, gone!
The USPS is in fact an evil institution, point taken. But I don't know why you are letting the TV news roll you over. This is Cheap Eats! Switch to sports. I mean, not that it's any less depressing than what may or may not be happening in the world of ... the world, for all I know. On my way to the basketball game last night, for example, I learned that there might not be a pro football season next season. But wait, shouldn't you be downstairs playing with my cat?
Yes, New Orleans. Where else is there? The first thing I ate this time was crawfish pieroghi. And it's so hot here now that Hedgehog and I almost have no choice but to lick Hansen's satsuma-flavored snow-blizzes off of each other.
Technically, hers may have been coconut-flavored, unless that's my sunscreen I smell, typing this.
Other than that, it's pretty kinda weird, living with someone you don't live with in a town where you don't live. I mean, in the morning she goes off to make TV (of a very different nature than the kind rolls you over), and I go off to change diapers, and then after work we go eat crawfish pieroghis just like any other northeast Ohio/central Pennsylvania bred couple in New Orleans.
Except some nights last week there was the French Canadian Quarter Festival, where we were not only rocked by brass bands and zydeco, but by Crabby Jack's boudin sausages, which changed my life, and then Love at First Bite's cochon du lait po'boys, which changed my life.
And then, as if my life weren't different enough already, on the weekend we went to the mall. We went to Metarie. That's like going to San Mateo. Except after we stopped for refreshment at Acme Oyster House, which changed my life.