The Perfect Martini.
This weekend, Saturday night, to be exact, I got off work and took the bus down Magazine Street. Magazine Street has become a very trendy street in Uptown New Orleans with lots of very entertaining shops and restaurants and many art galleries. And this last Saturday, the galleries got together and sponsored a Christmas On Magazine nite. Everything was open late and every gallery was packed with fabulous folks having a wonderful time. My destination that evening was a gallery near the intersection of Magazine and Louisiana Street because our friend, Michelle from the Sunday morning coffee group had some of her work in the gallery. As I approached the place, I could tell it was where everything was happening; there was a funky brass band out front doing very inebriated versions of local Christmas tunes. (There are a lot of local Christmas songs; the local FM music station can go all day just playing New Orleans Christmas music during the holiday season.) Of course, first I had to take a pic of Robert sipping on a dream sized martini glass. We thought it would be just the thing for Vera! (This gallery features a lot of art glass, and there were many very interesting pieces...)
Then, we checked out Michelle's part of the show.
Michelle points, sort of...
I must tell you... Michelle is a wonderful woman. She is a brilliant conversationalist, she has lived in France, she has a wonderful sense of humor, she is an artist and a set designer for local theater.. and well, she is just very much fun to be with, especially at parties. All I have to do, to make her absolutely perfect is to teach her how to make love to the camera! It's probably my fault; I should be screaming "Darling! Make loooove to the camera!" when I am taking the pics... Hehe, I'll try that next time out. (The point here is that I don't think my pics do her justice; I just don't feel that I've ever captured her spirit and beauty... I'll keep trying, she deserves better.)
Some of Michelle's work, the fishes.
After the time at the gallery, Richard drove Robert and I to the hood, and I turned in early as I had to be back at work by 6 AM. I had scheduled fewer people early because I thought that Sunday morning would start clicking until after 10:30 AM, but I was wrong... we got incredibly busy by 9:30... so I worked my ass off for an hour or so until the 11:00 AM people came in. (At 10:15 AM someone wanted my attention: "are you sure that that is real Tattinger? For that price? Yes, it is real, there are no substitutes, no there is no domestic "Tattinger".)
Madness! But wonderful madness. We were incredibly busy for the first five days! People come in and look around and start raving... they love the stuff we have for sale. I think the thing that is most gratifying for me, with respect to my department, is the response from the New Orleans European community (a fairly large group), and especially the French. I have never had this many French people be so incredibly nice to me on a regular basis...hehe! I have people coming in every day to pick up a bit of this or that; things that they haven't been able to get since the last time the were in Europe, things that they respect and crave. I spend a great deal of the day talking to people who are very smart about good food, and giving them tastes of things and smiling after we taste them because we are so happy that these wonderful cheeses and wines and other imported fabulous things are here, here in New Orleans! Hot Damn!
One other thing...
Today is the one year anniversary of my online journal! When I started it, I wasn't sure if I could keep it up. I had started another journal earlier and failed. But this time with the cam, and the message board, well, I had made a commitment. If I quit ...how embarrasing... so I kept it up. It kept me going through some bad times and led me into some very good times, and all the time, you were there!
Thanks to all who have taken the time to read this, and special thanks to each of you who have taken the time to e-mail me, or make a comment. There were days when it meant more than you might have imagined when you took the time to respond.
Thanks! I really mean it.
durlx
This weekend, Saturday night, to be exact, I got off work and took the bus down Magazine Street. Magazine Street has become a very trendy street in Uptown New Orleans with lots of very entertaining shops and restaurants and many art galleries. And this last Saturday, the galleries got together and sponsored a Christmas On Magazine nite. Everything was open late and every gallery was packed with fabulous folks having a wonderful time. My destination that evening was a gallery near the intersection of Magazine and Louisiana Street because our friend, Michelle from the Sunday morning coffee group had some of her work in the gallery. As I approached the place, I could tell it was where everything was happening; there was a funky brass band out front doing very inebriated versions of local Christmas tunes. (There are a lot of local Christmas songs; the local FM music station can go all day just playing New Orleans Christmas music during the holiday season.) Of course, first I had to take a pic of Robert sipping on a dream sized martini glass. We thought it would be just the thing for Vera! (This gallery features a lot of art glass, and there were many very interesting pieces...)
Then, we checked out Michelle's part of the show.
Michelle points, sort of...
I must tell you... Michelle is a wonderful woman. She is a brilliant conversationalist, she has lived in France, she has a wonderful sense of humor, she is an artist and a set designer for local theater.. and well, she is just very much fun to be with, especially at parties. All I have to do, to make her absolutely perfect is to teach her how to make love to the camera! It's probably my fault; I should be screaming "Darling! Make loooove to the camera!" when I am taking the pics... Hehe, I'll try that next time out. (The point here is that I don't think my pics do her justice; I just don't feel that I've ever captured her spirit and beauty... I'll keep trying, she deserves better.)
Some of Michelle's work, the fishes.
After the time at the gallery, Richard drove Robert and I to the hood, and I turned in early as I had to be back at work by 6 AM. I had scheduled fewer people early because I thought that Sunday morning would start clicking until after 10:30 AM, but I was wrong... we got incredibly busy by 9:30... so I worked my ass off for an hour or so until the 11:00 AM people came in. (At 10:15 AM someone wanted my attention: "are you sure that that is real Tattinger? For that price? Yes, it is real, there are no substitutes, no there is no domestic "Tattinger".)
Madness! But wonderful madness. We were incredibly busy for the first five days! People come in and look around and start raving... they love the stuff we have for sale. I think the thing that is most gratifying for me, with respect to my department, is the response from the New Orleans European community (a fairly large group), and especially the French. I have never had this many French people be so incredibly nice to me on a regular basis...hehe! I have people coming in every day to pick up a bit of this or that; things that they haven't been able to get since the last time the were in Europe, things that they respect and crave. I spend a great deal of the day talking to people who are very smart about good food, and giving them tastes of things and smiling after we taste them because we are so happy that these wonderful cheeses and wines and other imported fabulous things are here, here in New Orleans! Hot Damn!
One other thing...
Today is the one year anniversary of my online journal! When I started it, I wasn't sure if I could keep it up. I had started another journal earlier and failed. But this time with the cam, and the message board, well, I had made a commitment. If I quit ...how embarrasing... so I kept it up. It kept me going through some bad times and led me into some very good times, and all the time, you were there!
Thanks to all who have taken the time to read this, and special thanks to each of you who have taken the time to e-mail me, or make a comment. There were days when it meant more than you might have imagined when you took the time to respond.
Thanks! I really mean it.
durlx
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