There Is a House in New Orleans...

That has a tub so deep that my natural flotation devices came in quite handy.  You could let it keep running because the water would spill over into a drain.  SO FRAKKING AWESOME

I had a spectacular time in New Orleans with Lot Lizard, and two of her friends from Colorado.  We rented a little place on St. John's bayou from this lovely couple, and there were times when instead of partying hard we were just sitting on the front porch in rocking chairs, people watching.  Of course we were doing things on the porch to continue to party...

And we're moving on.  We ate at Mothers and all I kept doing was singing the Danzig song to the ladies fixing my meal behind the counter.  Weird looks ensued, but I didn't care.  I was on VACATION.  Then later that night after having been up for 24 hours (and off my meds) I had a nice little episode.  So I excused myself, left the dark bar where some girl got so blitzed that she fell off a stool while trying to impress men, and made it back to our place.  Exhaustion and no antipsychotics does not make for a pleasant experience, and I'll just leave it at that, LoL.

I drank some iced coffee at Cafe Dumond, and I'm sure if I were a coffee drinker I would have been all atingle over it, but it was meh.  The beignets were delicious though.  Saturday it was a rainy morning, so we went to the museum, which I crashed.  Hey, they told me to check my drink in.  They didn't tell me to come back and pay after I did that.  Some dude was following me around and took a picture of my shirt.  Riiiiiiiight.  My "Xanax: Because sometimes whiskey isn't enough" shirt.  Nothing like going into a museum and becoming a piece of art yourself.  Huzzah!

We then at at Acme Oyster bar, and it was DELICIOUS.  Lot Lizard kept ordering every damned thing off the menu when they would bring her something else.  It was awesome.  And then I got my Tarot read by a dude name Phillip, then my runes read by a guy named Oscar Brock, who thought my "tatas were fascinating". 

*sigh*

Sunday we toured the Garden District.  Those homes are unbelievable.  I can't really compare them to anything around here like Cottonwood Valley or Highland Park since it's completely different architecture, but I know that I will definitely be living there one day in the French Quarter, hopefully above some voodoo store. 

I've been working on an outline for a book.  This is ginormous for me.  Usually I just free write and hope something happens.  Which is probably why I've got a gazillion little paragraphs and stories going around.  But with the new meds, it's a whole new ballgame.  I'm actually starting the one that I got so far on a very long time ago, back when I actually went to writing groups where we shared what we were writing with other writers.  I may find another group to join.  Who knows.

Small steps.

That's all I've got time for today.  Fare thee well my fine friends. 

Back In the Saddle Again

After two months, I've finally got my meds back.  YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!

*does funky chicken dance*

I also got a new diagnosis, which I'm not too keen on.  I think when you've got so many little things that don't make you fit into one category, you get lumped in with the "Blenders" as I call them.  We're an unusual mix of quite a few things, and sometimes just adding more sugar doesn't make it sweet, it makes it yucky.  Did that make sense?

I don't really care.  ;)

I know I haven't blogged in a while, but that's because it's hard for me to put my thoughts to paper (so to speak) that mortals can understand, since my rambling was off the charts here the past few weeks.

I'm not going to drone on about it, so...moving on.

Going to New Orleans with the Lot Lizard next weekend, and I am beyond excited.  I've never been there, and my sister and her hubby have given us a slew of places that we need to hit up.  We've rented a little house on the water, and I'm driving the Honey Badger out probably Thursday evening. 

Can't Wait!!  (Bart Scott wanna-be)

Short and sweet, my feathered friends.  Stay classy San Diego.