Sydvish

nudawn:although i was born in new york i was really raised in miami, and the first time i visited new york as an adult i felt immediately connected to it. very very few other cities feel like that to me. they include London, San Francisco, Austin, and New Orleans.

just like people, every city has its own energy, quirks, and soul. many are fantastic in their own way, but the yardstick by which i measure my affection for a place is “could i live there” and more importantly “could i be happy there.”

there’s a logical way to answer this question (cost of living, job opportunities, etc), but the cities i love all have one thing in common. they just feel like home. they induce euphoria akin to the first flush of love. there’s no real logic to it, and the only way i can describe it is feeling like you lived there in another lifetime or dimension.

this isn’t the first time i got all gay about nola. read here.

so apparently in a past life i ate seafood. this is the scene of the crime (Crawfish Boil) that happened somewhere near Baton Rouge. i didnt have any, but i’ll fucking say it, i had the best jambalaya of my life at this shindig.

big ups to syd and nicki for making me feel like part of the family.

also, banana pudding tastes very banana-y. in case you were wondering.

So, Nicki invited Nudawn to our family crawfish boil, not realizing that she didn’t eat seafood - ha! She took issue with the crawfish in particular because she didn’t like “their little eyes looking at her,” which I thought was pretty funny. Anyway, she did eat some of the corn (seen buried in the pile here, along with lemons and potatoes) and enjoyed it. She also had some jambalaya, which she said was the best she’d ever had (but I am not sure how good the jambalaya she’s had before was, because she expected it to have red beans in it, which I’ve never heard of. Typically, jambalaya is served with white beans on the side, but it’s not often mixed in preparation).
Anyway, I was glad she came all the way to Dville, although I feel bad that I didn’t do a better job of introducing her to people. My brain is all mixed up these days!
updated with nudawn’s commentary
P.S. I can’t believe I forgot about her hilarious disgust for banana pudding, which by definition IS SUPPOSED TO TASTE LIKE BANANAS!

nudawn:although i was born in new york i was really raised in miami, and the first time i visited new york as an adult i felt immediately connected to it. very very few other cities feel like that to me. they include London, San Francisco, Austin, and New Orleans.

just like people, every city has its own energy, quirks, and soul. many are fantastic in their own way, but the yardstick by which i measure my affection for a place is “could i live there” and more importantly “could i be happy there.”

there’s a logical way to answer this question (cost of living, job opportunities, etc), but the cities i love all have one thing in common. they just feel like home. they induce euphoria akin to the first flush of love. there’s no real logic to it, and the only way i can describe it is feeling like you lived there in another lifetime or dimension.

this isn’t the first time i got all gay about nola. read here.

so apparently in a past life i ate seafood. this is the scene of the crime (Crawfish Boil) that happened somewhere near Baton Rouge. i didnt have any, but i’ll fucking say it, i had the best jambalaya of my life at this shindig.

big ups to syd and nicki for making me feel like part of the family.

also, banana pudding tastes very banana-y. in case you were wondering.

So, Nicki invited Nudawn to our family crawfish boil, not realizing that she didn’t eat seafood - ha! She took issue with the crawfish in particular because she didn’t like “their little eyes looking at her,” which I thought was pretty funny. Anyway, she did eat some of the corn (seen buried in the pile here, along with lemons and potatoes) and enjoyed it. She also had some jambalaya, which she said was the best she’d ever had (but I am not sure how good the jambalaya she’s had before was, because she expected it to have red beans in it, which I’ve never heard of. Typically, jambalaya is served with white beans on the side, but it’s not often mixed in preparation).

Anyway, I was glad she came all the way to Dville, although I feel bad that I didn’t do a better job of introducing her to people. My brain is all mixed up these days!

updated with nudawn’s commentary

P.S. I can’t believe I forgot about her hilarious disgust for banana pudding, which by definition IS SUPPOSED TO TASTE LIKE BANANAS!

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