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NOLAFugees' society columnist Cookie, partying with Josh Clark and a guy who can't ever remember NOLAFugees' editors' names.
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Me hear that Chris Rose appear on C-Span panel with NOLAFugees bitch writer Sarah Inman, so me ask her to pass along autographed uncorrected galley proof of me collected columns, titled Chris Rose Dead 2 Me. Me not yet receive any word of gratitude. Maybe Rose not know that fans at Alternative Media Expo shell out $8 for copy in hope that it become collector’s item and accrue value on eBay market. Rose should feel privileged by freebie.
Lately me been busy with promotion. NOLAFugees editors want to cash in on momentum gained from being named 3rd Best Blog in Gambit’s Best of New Orleans Reader’s Poll. Me tell editors having 3rd best blog in New Orleans like having 3rd best soul food restaurant in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Still, they like to grasp at straws.
Last week me appear with editors on WSMB radio show with Chef Duke LoCicero of Café Giovanni and brother Rocky, but not before we have several pregame cocktails in the lobby bar of Le Pavillon across the street from studio. There me meet lovely bartendress Pam who have true understanding of how cold Martini served at 11am should be.
Dominion Towers building where radio station located still look like shit, but Duke and Rock soldier on with weekly “Dig In” show. Me upset Chef Duke not fill studio with burlesque bitches as he often does, but conversation lively anyway. Me give LoCicero brothers signed copy of Chris Rose Dead 2 Me as well. Me need to get down to Café Giovanni for dinner once me given reasonable expense account. Pasta in cream sauce calling me name.
Later on bar photographer bitch Kerri McCaffety call in to show to whore book of her own about Napoleon House. Editors want to know when she turn her lens on Handsome Willy’s. Me want to know if she will do back-jacket author photo for reprint of Chris Rose Dead 2 Me. Me admire way she make Andrei Codrescu look radiant. Maybe she do same for me.
That night we convene at Handsome Willy’s for annual Virgo party hosted by man-about-town and Light of New Orleans publisher Joshua Clark. Keg beer supplied by host vile, but me get to talk with sultry jazz vocalist Samirah Evans. Me looking forward to Bombay Club gig she have on October 13. Bombay Club always full of bitches in cocktail dresses.
Later me have heart to heart with Tulane porn professor bitch whose name me forget. Can you blame me? When she tell me she teach porn on university level, blood rush to me ears like lake water into levee breach.
Me also run into internationally acclaimed married couple Joseph and Amanda Boyden, in town for a few days before kiting to France so Joseph can pick up medal of honor. Me looking forward to reading their account of Virgo party, account for which they’ll no doubt get paid more than me.
But me not bitter. Autumn on horizon, which mean time for me to parlay $40 me make on book sales into sound investments in NFL wagers. Like city as whole, me feel me about to turn corner.
Cookie covers the goings on about town for NOLAFugees.com.
Me looking forward to free passes to Bombay Club, Samirah.