...teaching equivalent fractions to a 6th grader. (Who despite being almost 14 performs on a 2nd grade level in reading, writing, and math. Thank you New Orleans public school system.)
...sunset over the Mississippi while taking Stitch for a walk, and counting 125 train cars at the corner Mazant and Chartres.
...a long overdue after-hours haircut, on the recommendation of my 4th-6th grade fashion consultants.
...cafe au lait with soymilk and Ekaterina until the coffeeshop closed at 10 pm.
...the Louisiana Music Factory, which will get another chunk of my paycheck this weekend as I shop for Christmas presents and continue to flesh out my music collection.
This is a problem, I'm getting entirely too attached to New Orleans. How could I ever leave? Where could I go?