We Went to the Park
We Went to a Park in the Middle of the Night
Missed Connections in New Orleans
We met at a bar.
We danced in a cake.
We walked down the street.
We played on a swing.
We climbed a tree.
We went back to the bar.
I got in a cab.
You said you’d call (you didn’t).
I think that’s lame.
One Year Ago: Lovelorn Poet in Austin: Telephone Calls and Text Messages
So poet, you say you danced IN a cake? Hmmmm… that sounds interesting. Is NOLA the Vegas of the deep south? Some would certainly say so. There’s no shortage of random, crazy encounters that can happen when the temperatures are steamy and the alcohol is flowin’. Sure, it’s lame that your mystery partner in crime disappeared but too much drunken tree-climbing can be bad for your health in more ways than one.
