| boot_boy @ 2003-12-19 17:44:00 |
| Current mood: |  excited |
Have at last made up mind to spend hols over the pond in New Orleans, where will partake of Bloody Mary's Gotique Tour of the Undead. Plan to get a hold of some wicked powerful gris gris. All will fear me! Will then be known as Bloody Terry. Wonder if Bloody Mary is as attractive as name would suggest? Does Anne Rice allow house guests? If so, are they allowed to offer constructive criticism? Queen of the Damned such a let down.
DEAN! If you help me pack I will bring you back various and sundry beads, which I will certainly have no trouble attaining. In the French Quarter, a man in eyeliner is King.
Comments:
| deanthomas @ 2003-12-19 04:01 pm UTC |
NEW ORLEANS? You told me you were going to hitchhike down the coast to visit your family.
| boot_boy @ 2003-12-19 04:06 pm UTC |
That was my plan, but then I found a website on Ghost Hunting and Voodoo Rituals and it all sounded loads more festive than eating figgy pudding. So what colour beads do you want? The purple ones will be mine.
(parent)| deanthomas @ 2003-12-19 04:08 pm UTC |
Beads? I, well... okay, so if you're not seeing your family then is there any reason why I can't join you on the Gothique Tour or at Anne Rice's or whichever? I have plenty of money left over from the Christmas get-well cards.
(parent)| deanthomas @ 2003-12-19 04:14 pm UTC |
I might like New Orleans, though. I'd like to look into the history of the Jazz scene. Oh, and eat one of those pastry things...beignets?
(parent)| deanthomas @ 2003-12-19 04:17 pm UTC |
What? No I don't!
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I'm getting the impression that you want to go by yourself.
| boot_boy @ 2003-12-19 04:22 pm UTC |
Dean mate, you have to understand that the image of my ideal New Orleans holiday features me as a tragic, mysterious figure dressed in a volumnous black cloak and sipping on a hurricane whilst leaning against one of those elaborate wrought-iron fences.
It's the sort of image that only works if you're on your own, know what I mean?
| deanthomas @ 2003-12-19 04:25 pm UTC |
No, I don't know what you mean. Spending Christmas alone may be your fantasy, but it's an actual fact for me.
(parent)| boot_boy @ 2003-12-19 04:28 pm UTC |
It will be good for you to spend some time away from me. I'm starting to think you depend on my company a bit too much, mate. Why not branch out? Or you could always visit that cousin of yours who still talks to you.
(parent)| deanthomas @ 2003-12-19 04:30 pm UTC |
Terry, I feel like all I do is spend time away from you. Or rather, spend time waiting for you to have time for me. Frankly, I don't know what it is you DO with your time. And I know I'm over-using the word time but what I mean is that I'm starting to feel really pathetic. All this waiting and for what?
(parent)| boot_boy @ 2003-12-19 04:36 pm UTC |
See what I mean? Evidence that you really are taking everything too seriously these days. I think a new artistic medium is in order. Graffiti? Would certainly liven up the castle walls. At any rate I really must pack. You do still want beads, don't you? What colour then?
(parent)| deanthomas @ 2003-12-19 04:38 pm UTC |
I don't want your ruddy beads, okay? It's not BEADS that I want. Haven't you gotten that yet?
(parent)| boot_boy @ 2003-12-19 04:40 pm UTC |
And just what is it you have against beads, anyway? Fine, I'll bring you back a beignet thingie. Don't blame me if they go stale on the flight back.
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