My boyfriend went to New Orleans 2 weeks ago. I envy his opportunity to get out of this boring, corn infested town. Look outside my apartment window, and you'll see fields of corn, miles and miles of corn. Its exciting living in Dekalb if you enjoy husking.
Anyway, Paul told me about his adventures of New Orleans. He told me how he went to a well known Voodoo Priestess and how she invited him and his friends to a voodoo type prayer. Paul was interested, but his friends were freaked out. I asked Paul, after telling me this, why couldn't they just observe, see what was going on. Obviously I know nothing of the Voodoo rituals. If they wanted to see the prayer, they would have to be a part of it.
I want to go to New Orleans someday, but not for Mardi Gras, I want to see some of the shops in the French Quarter. Wasn't this where the setting of Gangs of New York took place? Yes, I wanna go there. There is one shop in the French Quarters I would like to see. It's the 824 Royal Street shop. They have the most amazing smelling perfume, and I can't stop sniffing it, and spraying it on my hand. Once I get a chance, I'll post up the history of the Hove Shop. Paul bought one of the 2 ounce bottles of perfume at the Hove shop for me, and out of all my dozen bottles of sprays, this one is by far, my favorite.
The smell makes me happy.
Yes...I'm going to go smell my perfume again
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Posted by Kavita (luvikavi) at 8:14 PM .