I still hadn’t fully acclimated to New Orleans when I moved here (even after 4 1/2 years), because you can take the girl out of Texas but you can’t take Texas out of the girl…especially when the girl is from a long line of “Daughters of the Republic”.

Now when I get up, everyday I see the downtown skyline over the view of the 101 from the balcony of My home, everyday there is atleast one time of day, if not two that I am known to go to Hollywood and Vine, I look out the window while at work and can see the Hollywood sign, and I can see the Capitol Records building…I walk over the names on tons of stars on the side walk everyday. I have been so busy with meeting people, working, advertising, and all the crap that goes into My personal and professional existance…

You know what I want to do when I find the time?
I want to go to the Body World exhibit, I want to go to the “Psychiatry Kills” exhibit. I want to go to all of the Theme parks. I want to have a chance and a budget to go to Syren and other stores in LA and really update My wardrobe. I want to go to the creepy sunken beach town that Jaymz told Me about, and the lake where he said all these murders happened during the gold rush. Hell, I would even go on those rediculous tours of Star homes (even though tour guides are usually full of shit). I want to head down the street to Ripley’s museum, the Guiness Museum and the Wax Museum. Maybe a pic-nic at the Hollywood sign.

There were so many places I never went to in New Orleans, so many cheesy tourist things that would have been fun but annoyed Me as a local.

When we got to the club it was a slow start. R. and I thought we were at the wrong club at first because there was a private party in half the club. The club promotor told us he was supposed to have the whole club but they sprung this on him. R. is a friend of Vamp Dahlia who was the first person we encountered when getting out of the car.

It was fairly dead there when I saw Kumi walk in…We had corresponded on LJ for a while, but her post on line really don’t clue you in to this girl’s mind. I always knew she was going too college in the midst of her world travels as a fetish model, but this girl is freakin smart, extremely welll read, and so much more than a pretty face.

All week Angela and I hadn’t been able to hook up and hang out due to both of our busy lives so finally she walks into the club wearing one of the hottest latex nurse uniforms I have ever seen.

Miss Veronica shows up and I finally get to meet her boy, the boy she always talks about, and we get our feet really dirty to take pictures to treat him with since it is his little fetish. All the girls I miss so dearly from Dominion were there since it was right after the christmas party. Drew was a naughty naughty girl…her kisses swole My lip.

I turned around at one point and finally got to chat with Mistress Gemini in person for the first time since I got to LA, she had been in New York last we spoke on the phone. She was looking so cute and studious in her corporate white button up shirt and glasses.

I was feeling bad for dressing so lazy in a room of some really hot outfits. But then Wicked Princess Dora (who is also at DOI-LA) walks in just as casual and spiling the same apaulogies as I was for being so lacking in high-fetish glamour…it was just a lazy Sunday, and after being such a slacker I couldn’t bring Myself to get dressed and made up.