New Orleans, you tawdry lover… I’ll be seeing you on Monday. It’s been far too long. Your midnight jazz and bourboned streets call to the sweet sultry parts of my soul. My lounging lady of luxury longs for the swirls and mysteries of a city that enfolds me in her deep bosom like a madam embracing a new convert to the french quarter’s red lights. Dance with my nighttime desire and undress me softly with your southern seduction. It’s going to be a gorgeous week in your arms.