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| I've had the most amazing night.
That's all I want to say. After all, if the night were truly as amazing as I say, then how could I possibly put it into words ? Ok, enough of my silliness....but truthfully, I did have a great last couple of hours. The "powers that be" conspired to make it possible for me to attend the Coldplay concert at Madison Square Garden (or as most affectionately refer to it "MSG"). Having concert experiences like these are what make me want to keep going to see live music. The idea that there are 50,000 people in one room, who for a matter of 3 hours or more, don't think about all the negative aspects of their life and focus soley on the love they have for life....ok, I know it sounds cheesy, but think about it. Maybe not everyone but at least 80% of the 50,000 or more people who attended this concert weren't predominantly thinking about how their parents piss them off, or how they lost their job or how they just failed a final...
They weren't thinking...they were just enjoying the moment. Just being happy with what they had in the present. And man ! Does that give ME a high on life ! I can't stop the energy...and positive energy at that...It makes me want to climb mountains, and maybe even go camping(heehee Shout out to SE!)...do everything that I can possibly do to experience life...And the sad thing is that it will never be enough. I'll just have to keep going. | | |
| I have to say that being so far away from home right now is killing me. The fact that the place I called home only a year ago no longer exists is killing me. I wasn't planning on moving back their anytime soon, but I can't lie and say that the idea of moving back to New Orleans was never on my radar screen. And now, all the rioting and looting and violence taking place is just out of control ! Is this really the city I called home ? I can tell you what I called home...I remember sweltering heat in the middle of summer, watching my friends downing cold beers just to cool off while eating crawfish at Cooter Brown's. I remember sitting on the trolley and going to the French Quarter on a Saturday just because it was the cheapest way to get there. I remember walking down Bourbon St the night the LSU Tigers won, and watching all the screaming fans hanging over the balconies of the bars. I remember dancing my ass off at the Gold Mine, a favorite club for those local to the New Orleans area, off the beaten path and not so well known by tourists.
I remember my cute little yellow house on South Carrollton with a white picket fence (no kidding !). I remember my brother's medical school graduation at Lakefront Arena and my cousin Mariel's beautiful wedding at St. Francis Xavier on Metairie Road. This is what New Orleans was to me...and I know that there are millions of other memories out there as well. This is the reason why New Orleans will have to rise up again. The culture, the spirit has to continue in some way. It can't and shouldn't be forgotten. I know I won't forget it. | | |
| I cannot tell you how bored I am right now. Don't get me wrong..there are definitely some positive things about being on vacation from work for a month. It doesn't help that I am po' as a church mouse right now. I can sit in front of this computer for hours at a time and accomplish absolutely nothing. That's fun.
This week most of my time has been occupied by sitting in front of the television and watching the coverage of Hurricane Katrina. Thankfully, all of my family and friends who still live there were able to evacuate at least 2 days before. Still, I know that their lives are affected in a million other ways so I pray that things progress as quickly as possible.
Nothing much happening for me in NYC right now though...I'll keep you posted. | | |
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