So, Spinsters Hit New Orleans is going pretty well. The conference ended yesterday and was pretty great (and my paper presentation went kind of awesomely and everyone was abuzz about Beth Ditto, which is super, and Spinster Amy also did a totally fabulous job. It seems the rumours are true: we are, in fact, the Greatest Minds of Our Generation.)
And last night we were drinking in the streets (for we are not only smart, but also classy!) and today we rode the streetcar to Anne Rice’s house and last night we saw the Preservation Hall Jazz Band, and just now I ate a brownie made out of rosemary and Southern Comfort. And also we picked out which Garden District homes we will live in when we establish our Spinster Colony in the South.
And when I get home I will post a picture of yesterday’s breakfast, which was french toast with bananas and ice cream and pecans and bourbon sauce and you will all be jealous.
Apparently they have drive through margarita places in Louisiana! I had heard that before, but I always thought it was a joke. I was driving around Ottawa today thinking I could REALLY go for a drive through margarita. I think the only option is for you to rent a convertible and do some Spinster Drinking and Driving.