I tried for like a whole minute to figure a clever way to organize these photos into a cohesive narrative with a message and a theme, but...um.... I'm just too lazy.
Instead, here's a photo dump of badly taken cell phone photos.
Anyway, I was fortunate enough to spend the 4th with the ever-charming Mr. Peenee and the completely wonderful Diane. Delightful!
|First up are these books found by kismet on Independence Night. They were nestled in a pile of strays left on some poor soul's stoop (no doubt being evicted for inability to pay her rent) Finally... at last.... I'll now know what to do with my life.|
|At Goodwill, Diane's legendary thrift store mojo led me to this. Some sort of handmade snow dowager. Is there anything sadder than a widowed snow-woman?|
|I found these two in the "beautiful manly hair sings" section. |
|Afterward, we had a drink at the newly renovated St. Roch Market, which seems to have been turned into a very yuppie food court, but that's not necessarily a criticism.|
|I had something called the "Mary Pickford". Because, I mean, of course I did. Michael had the manlier (ha!) drink (some sort of mongrel margarita with black pepper and salt around the rim)|
|We took a walk to the newly opened Crescent Park, which seemed like less a "park" than a really nice open air space. This is a view from the walkway to it|
|And here's a view of the city from the "park"|