Monday, April 22, 2013

Drunk on her 35th birthday





"Where is your Mother?"

"I don't know.The hospital bed has wheel and she was in quite a state when I last saw her." We imagined crazy dialogues to accompany the out cast hospital bed.

In New Orleans, you might see anything around the corner from your house.
This evening after a Mozart "Coronation Mass" concert ,the "Million Dollar Quartet" Musical, a glass of wine, some taleggio cheese and reporting that the" birthday girl" from the end of the bar was not fit to motor home we left the Delachasie Wine Bar located on the corner of St. Charles and Delachaise.

The birthday girl, who was celebrating number 35, was wearing a white bustier with an attached guarder belt. The four straps of the guarder belt were swinging in the breeze over a  very filmy white cotton skirt. She was precious while seated. When she got up to leave, her cowboy boots could hardly support her. She swayed one way and the guarders another as she lurched towards the door. We found her outside getting some fresh air with her face pressed against the wire mess of the black lacquered tabletop. Her girl friend was patting her right hand. 

When I asked how they were getting home, I heard through slurred speech that the friend was biking the two of them home, I became concerned.

I quickly return to the bar where I know the tender and reported that, "The birthday girl is totally cassied* and the plan is to ride a bike home." This report resulted in the other bar tender giving them both large glasses water and calling for a cab. Thank you good bartenders!

Reporting done, Laurie and I entered her BMW for the 3 block ride home. We past the corner of Delachaise and Constance and found a hospital bed equipped with clean sheets with a cardboard sign that read, "Free" attached to the sheets.
What a story lies beneath these sheets. We considered dragging the bed back to the wine bar for the birthday girl to sleep it off, but took pictures instead and toy with all of the stories that we could make up about why the bed sat on the corner.


* In south Louisiana we used this corrupted term to mean Drunk!

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