Tonight I went to a housewarming party at my friend Geronimo's out in the Marigny. His roommate is moving back to L.A., so it was also a going away party (all too many of those nowadays)
It was all pretty low key.
Nursing a rum and coke, loitering over the vegetable platter, I overhear:
"Yeah, I always carry an icepick in my purse. Wanna see it?
Ever since I was shot,"
The 60 something pre-op trans-sexual lesbian/former Navy man tells the cute young lesbian couple on the couch.
"My son says I ought to move. He's stationed up in Virgina. He's a big Saints fan."