OR: ah to be 40 and grounded again
Hey B,
I got back from New Orleans night before last. Great music, drunkenness, food, drunk, weather, alligators, oysters, drunk. Very expensive. I traveled with lawyers and bankers and money managers and other richie folk, so cash was no object (for them). We ate at NOLA (wicked fancy restaurant opened by some fancy one-namer, Emeril). We consoled Katrina survivors with tips and condescending advice (“You’ll tough it out, my man. Here’s a fiver.”). We drank at breakfast and thereafterwards. As a result, I’m not to leave the town limits until Thanksgiving (if I intend to remain married). I could meet you in ______, but I really have used up all my Man Points for a month or two. Sorry dude,
Bad Friend XX
