After what became a very long and stressful work week, I've had some much needed rest and release so far this weekend.
Last night I went out with the girls to unwind, listen to some live tunes and flirt with Mississippi boys. Wildly entertaining. Especially for me, as I was the DD and found a comfy bar stool up high from which to watch the evening's festivities and hear the band. Let me just tell you that I may never be able to top the story Lauren emailed to our pal Brenna last night:
From: PDA Houma Village 8 Assistant
Subject: What you're missing in mississippi tonight
Sent: Saturday, February 24, 2007 12:33 AM
Rico is a contractor from michigan. Black-shirt works for him. Joe-jack is
his business partner. He's named after his fathers two favorite hunting dogs
and has never left the state of mississippi. Sweatervest is married, just
bought sue a drink, gave her five dollars and left the bar.
This morning, I woke up and went to visit some homeowners for whom I'm trying to find some money to rebuild their house. They were so sweet and caring and tired and confused and hopeful and scared. It reminded me why I am here.
Then I went to Waffle House with the girls. Can I just say- God bless Waffle House. They're the only thing rebuilding on the beach so far. Amongst miles of nothing but debris on Beach Blvd, those two little Waffle Houses give me hope. They're back! And they brought those tasty hash browns with them. Like I said, God bless Waffle House!
I am so lucky to get to work with homeowners like the H's. I am so lucky to get to live and play with roommates and friends that I have found down here. I am so lucky to get to witness hope and rebirth on the Gulf Coast.