Taxi! Taxi!

Dear Joanie,

What a mess I made of our meeting. I must make clear that I am not always such a prickly pear, but I believe the first time we met I was more or less dying from the sickness at Timothy’s house. I could be mistaken but didn’t I decline shaking hands, cause I had the plague and did not want to give it to you? What a great first impression huh.

Well aside from that, we have had tragically little interaction since last time I was in NOLA, though we have had a couple chuckles on the ol’ FB here, it really does no justice to actual interaction. Though atleast this way I don’t end up wandering around the French quarter, sun burned to a crisp, with a Styrofoam container on my head, trying to find the building I walked by atleast 10 times.

I really am a lame duck when it comes to partytime festivities, I need so much booze that by the time I am enjoying myself I am useless for conversation. You were incredibly understanding of all this, and despite the fact that anyone else would have probably told me to go take a flying fuck, you made sure that I didn’t end up dead in a gutter somewhere. I am sure the day you had that particular day was pure shit, but if its any consolation, it is one of a handful of times down there that I really made it a night. I could not have had a better time had it been scripted.

Ok, well on the off chance that I am back down there for a visit, I would request some kind of contact info from you other than here. I will leave this option up to you, as brief meetings sometimes don’t merit continued contact.

Today was a great day, but tomorrow our FBfriendship will end,

Curt