Do you know today is actually Saturdre? Today is Andre Young’s birthday. I might have to put my NWA shirt on today.
Happy Birthday Dr Dre.
I’m glad it’s the weekend and a three day weekend to boot. This last week was a gut check.
It is probably a good thing the Shepkids are in Riverside. If I wasn’t a dad this weekend you’d find me in the back of the club drinking Moët.
Laissez les bon temps rouler!
But what if I really didn’t have the kids this weekend? What if I never married there mom?
Would I be waking up hungover in my studio apartment in the French Quarter. Would I be a struggling writer with bad health and a drinking problem?
That was the path I thought about taking at the turn of the century. The buzz at the Board of Trade was that the end was near. The floor might be closed by 2006. It actually closed in 2020.
I started dating a girl from Hinsdale and moved from the futures pit to an option pit. That kept me in Chicago…. gave me three beautiful babies and a career that still thrives.
Probably ended up saving me from a life of debauchery. Instead of making a Bloody Mary and getting ready for a Mardi Gras parade today, I’m going to make pancakes and help Fritz finish his World War II homework.
Enjoy your Mardi Gras weekend. Go over and have Tim Shanahan make you a bowl of gumbo. If you walk by my balcony you’ll see me throwing peanuts to my squirrels. Though I wouldn’t mind throwing beads from a balcony on Bourbon Street today.
I do like those areolas from Alabama and the mounds of Mississippi screaming, “throw me something Mista!”
