Like in Vegas, in New Orleans you lose track of time. It is Tuesday February somethingth.
My photographer and I have been in the crescent city since Friday. Working 15-18 hour days.
First for a special 'here's how NOLA does Mardi Gras' story.
Then we hung around for the Superbowl watch parties knowing the Saints wouldn't win. Then they did. So there we were live on Bourbon street for 2 nights in a row.
Brian Williams let us borrow his sweet suite on the most hoppin' street in the French Quarter high above the street. Great live shot location! The Nightly News crew was so kind just handing us over their key.
A few months back I spotted the same Reporter in Fort Hood. Then she's in New Orleans. And I imagine that I know everything about her.
She's maybe married or in a serious relationship, early 40's, a cat, no kids, no fuss lifestyle- condo or apartment without a yard to mow. No Acne. They're broadcasting in high def, afterall.
If she's traveling everywhere all the time she must have to live out of a suitcase.
Then I realized if she saw me in Fort Hood and now in New Orleans, she may think the same about me. Sans the No Acne part.
No comments:
Post a Comment