I broke Atlanta Bread with Saintseester today. I called her a whore, and it went downhill from there.
OK, perhaps just a leetle explanation is in order. I had been hoping for an opportunity to say something about her “sashaying by,” and as it turned out, I got said opportunity right when I met her.
But apparently, LeRoux’s “New Orleans Ladies” is about prostitutes. Oops. I didn’t know that. (And she didn’t really take offense.)
With (fellow blogger, current colleague of mine, and former student of hers) Greg there too, our table was so packed with coolness that we had to take care not to slip in the ice when we got up to leave.
I bought two of her nifty Geocoins, laughed a lot, and had a marvy time. I also discovered that 3D live of a person whose blog you have been enjoying is a bit surreal at first.
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Actually, I don’t know if it is about ladies of the night for sure. It is vague enough, but that is what we always think of when we hear it.
Yep it was fun, and I hate the perspective of that picture. My head looks big because I am in the foreground. Time to photoshop!
None needed: very fetching!
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