Ping

My Spring semester went in a pretty steady haze interrupted by trips to D.C. with my twin, Puerto Rico with Evan, and visits from my siblings to make our yearly pilgrimage to the comic book convention. And Evan's family visited. Oh! And my brother Mike and his rad girlfriend got engaged!




Plus there was some writing peppered in there somewhere. I settled on which of my novels-in-progress I would like to commit to for my thesis material and had a trio of incredible teachers guiding my way.

Right now I am in my final class and I am sick with something that could very well be some strange ailment only Victorians would catch according to my doctor. There is a ping sound to my cough that has long irritated and pained my family ever since by body learned to cough. My sister calls it the soul-detector, which incidentally sounds like the latest dance craze, or at least should be. Sadly, the cough was present for my entire visit to New Orleans prompting my family to shudder in pain often. Many a crawfish was destroyed in my visit, bicycles were ridden, sno-balls were eaten, the Mississippi rose, and Megan and I walked through City Park often. We also went to the Metairie Cemetery on my last day and saw some pretty incredible crypts.


In spite of my ailment, I went out last night to eat Mexican food with a close friend (a lawyer poetess) I haven't seen in well over a year, and then drag her Jamaican butt to meet other friends I haven't seen in a while, with Evan in tow, to dance at a Smith's themed night at a local bar. It was a stupid move on my part, but it was loads of fun, and makes me long for the day where I can go and not cough my brains out into a wall.

Fortunately, dancing to Morrissey does not require too much movement, just awkward gyrations, which fortunately I am really good at. I will herein call my dancing style the Soul Detector. I hope my dancing and coughing will not bring about some horrible shoegazing, Victorian plague.

http://youtu.be/Igg_2ZqyMzQ

Also - Sookie is still an ace traveler.