Some call it work

I will be heading out in two weeks to various parts of where ever and I can't wait. Get to hook up with some good folks and see more of the US. I love my job.

My tour job is about to end for the summer (by my own doing) and I am blessed to work for two companies that will give me work when I get back. One company will give me my exact shifts back. I guess I do a pretty good job.

I have had a few interesting tours as of late.

The one that has opened some doors for me was one that Nickolas Cage was on. The owner of the company got a call requesting me to do the tour. It seems that someone had been in St. Louis #1 checking out various tour guides and were very impressed with me. I have had two offers at other companies just because of this tour. And yes, he seems to be a good guy.

A French Quarter History tour I was doing was interrupted by some people yelling “someone, stop him”. When I looked up I saw a guy running down the street with a purse. I ran out in the street to cut him off, he ran up on the sidewalk behind a car and I trapped him as he was trying to run between a building and a car. I got him off balance, grabbed the purse and he went off running. I really wish I had gone for him and not the purse but purse was returned and the owner was happy. I will say, tips were really good on that tour.

The one that will stick with me for a while was one I did a couple days ago. A group of four were on the tour and near the end one of the guys ask if I thought it would be OK to take some of his nieces ashes and leave them in an area we had just past. I told him I felt there would be no problem and I am sure God didn't mind.

While he and his wife left the group to do this their friends told me his niece had always wanted to travel so when they went to new places they left a bit of her there. She had been 17, accepted to Stanford and Harvard and one day her parents found her dead. Suicide. No one knew why but they thought it was the stress put on her about the schools.

If you would have been next to me when I wrote the above you would know I just took a couple minutes to think about what I just wrote. Writing about her makes if feel so much more real.

My work is not serious, my life is not serious and over all it is a great trip, there are just a few solemn moments and those need to be acknowledged.

I wish I had asked them her name.

The Good, the Bad and the Hungry

Yesterday started very sad and ended reminding me that real friends are always there for you.

Crappy morning personally (the two left feet I call a personal life). Might blog about this situation at sometime because it bothers me but not today.

Anyway, gave a really bad tour because my mind was elsewhere.

The streets were bone dry so not much in the way of shows plus I think I was Capt. Grim at that point so I closed down and went to the gym...you are never sad to go to the gym. Run a couple miles and work out for about 2 hours and your mood changes....plus...a trustworthy friend there reminded me about a big shindig going on last night.

Flanagan's pub was doing a fundraiser and had a crawfish boil and pig roast.

The French Quarter is like a very small town so when something like this goes on everyone shows up. Lots of friends, pretty girls and food (and cheap drink for those who drink). Tons of folks showed up, even a couple of Saints players and some other well known folks that live in Quarter.

The Moral of the story is...there is no problem that doesn't get very small after a good workout, a pile of food and friends that care about you.

Life has it's sad moments but over all it is a pretty good dance.

New Computer

Old one died...this one I can't afford...but it has Dolby sound...Beethoven's 9th...Wow!!!

Last Day of the Month

Feb. is always a bad month, this Feb. I really hate. Go away Feb. 2010...starting in March....happy blogs or I jump off the nearest cliff...thank god I live in south Louisiana....no hills...no cliffs.

I think the Pogues wrote a song about it "It is the Worst Day Since Yesterday".

Will it end

Well, our hero is in a mess. Power crashed in our area and two songs I had finished mixing on the computer are gone!!! Totally and with out a trace.

This might be OK but...it seems I have been the jackass of the universe in the eyes of someone who only two days ago said they were glad to have a friend like me. They are no longer answering my calls or returning my e-mails. Shit,I have really screwed up from time to time but to top it off I have no clue as to what I did. The closest I can come is that I recieved an e-mail that really angered me and I responded with a bit of temper.
Past that I have no clue to what is going on. This really sucks,I hate being an ass though I can be good at it.I just wish they would at least bless me out so I could understand what the hell I did.
This sucks!!!

This month started out bad and is sinking fast.

Me or this month...one of us has to go!

Quote of the day

"In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing".

Mignon McLaughlin

A reset button for the weekend

Well now, this weekend was perhaps one of the worst weekends I have had in years...two friends in hospital, a friend (now ex-friend) ripped me off a couple hundred dollars that I loaned her trying to be helpful, a big misunderstanding at the home due to total miss-communication and a new friend that I really enjoy talking to seems to have an issue with me I don't even understand.

So I don't know why the thing I am writing about this weekend that is a very strange lunch with a lady.

We have gone out a couple times, we seemed to get along...in fact she called to go out the second time so I know she enjoyed my company. So here we are having a nice lunch when the conversation turned to motorcycles. As a man we know there are subjects that one must be careful around but I discovered motorcycles is one too.

Who would have thunk???

As with most of the weekend I seemed to miss the transition from “going good” to “fire and hell”. As best I can see it went something like...

“I thought you owned a motorcycle”
“I don't, haven't in many years, haven't been on one in years” (This is me by the way)
“I thought you owned a motorcycle”
“No, I don't”
“I only date men with motorcycles”

Now, I would like to say at this point...if I had a brain I would have gotten up and left then...once you see a plane crashing you don't get under it and try to stop it...I tried....

“I don't have any issue with motorcycles”
“I thought you owned a motorcycle”

I had to ask

“What do you want to do now?”
“I don't know”

We pick at our food for a couple of seconds and then I just took her home. I don't even need to wait till the end of the year to delete her number from my phone.

What is it with motorcycles?? What is it with this weekend or....what is it with me.

I fear before this day is done I will be deleting more numbers than I would care to.

Somehow I must have pissed off the gods.

I really wish there was a reset button for the weekend.