I Am Vincent’s Seductively Fluttering Eyelashes

Last night I went to Lafitte’s to replace a laptop keyboard for one of the bartenders and then went to the Pub afterwards to see who was out. There was a really cute man sitting in the corner of the bar, by himself, drinking a beer, obviously waiting for someone to talk to him. He was maybe late 30s/early 40’s and wore a very light yellow dress shirt, light purple/yellow/brown striped tie tugged a little loose from his neck and a brown pinstripe suit vest.

He was quite possibly the hottest man in the world.

I walked over and stood next to him at the bar and in a bold move that is fairly rare for me when I’m sober I say “do I know you? You look really familiar.” (Cheesy as hell, but it’s the best opening line ever. Really.)

He looks up at me and in a British accent that could fry an egg he says “I don’t think so, I’ve only been in New Orleans since this afternoon.”

His name was Andrew and he’s an actor and playwright originally from England but now living in New Zealand. He’s “on holiday¹” for the month, visiting the U.S. by train. He’s gone to San Francisco, L.A., Seattle, and now New Orleans. He left this morning for Chicago, then New York and leaves for home from Miami next weekend.

After we talked for a while,I released him back into the wild. He kept telling me he was staying in a “hotel not far from here” and “just across canal street” so I’m pretty sure he was fishing for me to go with him. Damn weeknight! The thought of either a) walking back from canal st to St. Ann to get my bike at 3am or b) waking up at 6am to walk to my bike, pedal home, get dressed and make it to back to work for 8am was just too much trouble.

Andrew, is this you?So I came home and did some e-stalking. I’m aproximately 91.8% certain this is him. The voice recording sounds like him and it looks like him, only slightly more flawless and airbrushed. Click the picture for his bio at aucklandactors.co.nz

Andrew, is this you?

So, instead of staying the night with my fantasy come true, I rode my bike home at 1am and had a fast food bag of garbage thrown at me from the window of a passing car. I was the victim of a post-katrina drive by trashing.

¹ Jesus, that’s hot.

No Landrieu

In this odd election time, post Katrina, I have to base my vote on things that directly affect myself and those around me. This is why I’ve decided to not vote for Mitch Landreiu for no other reason than his Wi-Fi signal, eminating from his house next door to my apartment, is secured. If he isn’t looking out for, and hooking up, those directly around him… what will he do for the rest of the city? Before you get on the “he could have private election documents behind there” bandwagon, remember: if he was that concerned with security he wouldn’t have named his network LANDREIU and plastered his lawn with signs.
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Cute Boys Rule

Spent some time with a new friend last night and this morning before he went home to New York this afternoon. Sucks to see him go, but I’m certainly glad we got to hang out. I showed him around the breeches and some of what happened to the city during the storm. Kind of a weird “date” but oh well.. it’s post Katrina… these are weird times. I got his e-mail and he said he may be coming back in April – not to mention I may be going to D.C./New York sometime in the near future. It’d be fun to have him show me around the Big Apple a bit.

Also I got some new toys with my FEMA money. Things I’ve been wanting forever, but never had the gumption or the resources to get. I got a 30gig iPod video (yes, I put porn on it.. what other video do I have on my hard drive? I’m thinking of ripping Grey Gardens to carry around with me. lol)

I also got a Holga medium format camera. I’ve been wanting one for a while and decided that $20 isn’t so much for something that can make me happy. I’m also getting a Nikon F3 and finally getting my dad’s Minolta SRT100 fixed.

I feel bitten by the photography bug again. Thank you Katrina.

Saw two films tonight.

I went to see Jeremy’s films tonight at One Eyed Jacks in the quarter. I thought both were pretty good. You could definately see that his editing has improved in the second one, Hexing a Hurricane… a documentary about Katrina and it’s effects on th city as a whole. It was sincere without pandering to the hysterical anti-FEMA crowd. (Of which, I am one.)

The first, Don’t Worry Honey, I Live Here: How Local’s Celebrate Mardi Gras is just that… a look at the other side of Mardi Gras… beyond the breasts and the drinking. Ok, maybe not beyond the drinking.

Again, I didn’t really get to talk to him or anything… he was constantly moving around from one person to another.. each one of my hellos were replied to with “Hi, I gotta go.” Oh well. Jeremy if you read this, I enjoyed them. If anyone is reading this… buy them.