It’s funny how dawn can make almost anyplace beautiful–with the notable exception, perhaps, of Elizabeth, New Jersey (but that’s another story). I, however, prefer to rise with the dawn than to see it on my way home from working an all-night party for South Beach pseudo-circuit, pseudo-homos. Maybe it’s the Protestant-work-ethic/Sunday-school side of me, or maybe it’s that vampire thing so prevalent in New Orleans, but I have to be home before the sun comes up. Staying out all night is something I just don’t do.
I’ve made it with 15 minutes to spare.
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