Yeah, for the price of the ticket to do this thing, they really should give you Faberge.
It was actually really awesome. Great music, kind of pissy balloon-animals clown, face painting, bouncy house, bunnies you could pet, a mini horse, and of course the easter egg hunt.
The funny part was that they had way too many eggs for the number of kids that showed up. They separated the hunt to babies (1-5) and kids (6 and up) so the little ones got to find something too. They had a limit of 12 eggs per kid but by the time Katerina came back from her round of easter egg hunt, she had maybe 50 of them. There were just too many eggs lying around.
So now they are fighting (of course) over who will have more of the empty plastic shells in their bucket. I don't quite understand the purpose of the fight since the shells are EMPTY. All the little toys they got are lying around but they fight over the empty shells. Hmm. Maybe they should just get empty shells for Easter. Would save on cleaning up chocolate from everything they own.
Oh, after Katerina had a mild fight with they pissy clown, she got ALL of the balloons that were attached to the gate. The kid almost flew away.
Can someone explain to me what happened? Me and Ash came here, bought a house, became part of the community, settled down. Made a lot of friends, our kids made a lot of friends. It was HOME.
Then Ash died. It will be a year soon. People started to move away. The community fell to pieces. What happened?
In the past month, 3 weeks really, at least 3 important bloggers announced they are moving within the next few weeks. One of my very good friends (a rollergirl) moved to Slidell. My neighbors moved to Prytania St and left the house empty. There is nobody on the other side of my house either. At least one other blogger (my best friend at the moment, I would say) might be forced to move in August. WTF?
What happened to "we will never leave New Orleans"? What happened to all the humorously arrogant criticism of people living north of Georgia?
It feels like the death of blogger community in New Orleans. After Ash died they became my family. I did not keep in touch as much as I should have, true. But now this family is leaving too. Everybody who knew Ash and everything related to Ash is leaving. Maybe it was just a crazy three-year flight of fighting for New Orleans resurrection and now people care more about their personal lives and issues rather then the common effort.
I am not saying you should not do what you need to do but you people have to admit that a year ago, you wanted to stay here and bitch about Nagin. Now you want to move and lead a happy life. Everything changed.
For me, this just might be the end of a 10-year-old flight.