cruella
this weekend I went to my professor’s halloween party. lots of fangs, blood and schpatzle (my professor is Austrian).
there was a contest. I did not win.
here’s what I was going for:
or maybe more along the lines of:
and here’s my interpretation:
after the party I went to a neighborhood bar with my friends (a bloody zombie and a dead indian). People stared at us when we walked in. Some guy at the bar leaned over to his out-of-town guests and informed them that in New Orleans Halloween is celebrated all month long.
I wonder who I should be tomorrow!
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October 22, 2009 at 5:19 pm
I would have given you the prize, even though I think I wouldn’t have recognized you as my fabulous granddaughter Linz.
Love all your stuff. I think you are so good I thought you had written the the e.e. cummings poem until I read the attribution.
Just saw your filmography when I was searching for your blog. You should post a picture there!
You are finding lots of interesting things in N.O. Sounds as if you are having a good experience.
Sending you something in the mail. Can’t wait to see you. Maybe we should have a costume contest for Thanksgiving (but no Pilgrims or turkeys).
Love, Grandma Sue
October 28, 2009 at 2:00 am
Hey, we northerners all thought that N.O. was a costume party all year long! I know, bad stereotype. Yes, you should have won that contest, but you are always a winner.
Did you actually eat the figs and beans from your neighborhood trees? Fabulous! I just harvested the last of some very hard and very green “Green Zebra” “heirloom” tomatoes from the prolific vine I took down from our little veggie garden. I gave them to a friend with the suggestion that she make some tomato preserves or some such thing. She said she might. I hope she does. I didn’t.
Love, Great Aunt Judith
May 10, 2010 at 4:42 am
Natasha! Cruella! No sweet little gals for you! Who are you now? Still Lindsay, really, ’cause you’re the best.