Alright, so. As days in a tourist city go, today (it isn't today anymore. It's now 2022. I am SO BEHIND) was fairly low key.
We had another leisurely morning. I ate keto cereal while I finished my previous blog, and Derek and Laurel laid in bed for an hour before going to get some Chinese food.
Readers, I ask you: If your partner/friend/parent texted you the message "maybe get some egg drop soup to go" while you were at a restaurant ordering food, would you assume that was a directive, or a literal "you choose, and if you choose no, that's fine" kind of scenario? Because I texted MY partner with "maybe get some egg drop soup to go" and when he responded, "we're getting everything to go", I assumed that was his way of saying yes, he was getting egg drop soup, and since everything was to go already, no special accommodations had to be made.
Imagine my displeasure when Derek returned sans egg drop soup for his long suffering me. First he said that since I only said "maybe get some egg drop soup" that I didn't actually want any. THEN he switched tactics and said he didn't really read the message and thought I only said "get everything to go". The moral of the story is, I didn't get any fucking soup. 12 hours later and I'm still bitter about it.
After they had their food and I finished my blog, we drove to Cottage Magick and browsed around. I bought some locally made art for the studio:
And I bought my oldest daughter a couple of trinkets, as well.
Laurel and I were vaguely disappointed with Cottage Magick, so we wandered over to Hex a few blocks away on Frenchman Street. We were equally disappointed in the offerings there (though Derek and I did find a lot of what I can only assume were self published titles on the shelves, and while we took a lot of photos of said works to giggle at and remember, I will not post them in here because I think that's in poor taste. Those people are doing work they are passionate about, they believe in themselves, and while I....a cold hearted cunt...may find their covers amusing and the subject matter absurd, I also think that making fun of people for having a dream and a passion and following it says more about my smallness than anything else).
While walking to all of the occult-y shops in Nola, we happened upon a few antique stores (and one amazing store that sold local tchotchkes that I bought a mermaid business card holder at, and a copy of Craphound, volume 6, which has put me on the hunt for every other volume of Craphound there is, because I want it for my studio)
To be quite honest, it is July 22nd, a full month, to the day, after I started writing this blog. I get so busy, and so forgetful, and I push tasks out until I can no longer remember where it was I was in my progress. And that's kind of where we are now. Cut several months from July 22, 2021 to January 3rd, 2022, and I can no longer recall what we did this day. I will have one more NOLA full day recap, but only because I have so many photos of that day it's impossible to forget it.
Here's hoping that my big trip this year (to Ithaca!!!!!!!!) gets the documentation it deserves.
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