I had an answer to this queued for today, but that’s gone now, so…
I don’t have a single favorite memory. But I have a bunch of things that stand out.
- Exploring the NOMA and discovering that Blossom is a dead-ringer for the cherubs and babies depicted in every Renaissance painting.
- Snuggling on the bed with all the girls, seeing Pinky dissolve into sobs as she pleaded with me to give her more smacks, and observing the indulgent, beatific smiles of the others as they watched me fulfill the request.
- Hooking the TENS up to Puddles and listening to her howl like a caged animal when I applied the full power of two AA batteries to her thighs. She acted like she was being stabbed by a thousand tiny needles. (Please note that the others all shrugged and said “Huh, that feels weird” when given similar treatment. So it’s just possible Puddles is a drama queen.)
- A local, to Button: “Look at you, dressed up like a babydoll!” Button, to me: “Well, I am a babydoll.”
- The alligator po-boy at Napoleon House was a delightful surprise. The Tobasco jelly really elevated it.
- Standing on the porch of the Airbnb and enjoying the rainstorm.
- Watching Button’s expression as I casually wiped powdered sugar from Blossom’s boobs in the middle of Cafe Du Monde.
- Passing a forkful of gator sausage down the table to Puddles, and seeing her exchange six years of meatless existence for six seconds of my grin.
- The way Pinky tried to steal kisses every time I tucked her into bed.
- Laughing as Blossom took a giant hit off my vape and made the neighborhood quake with a coughing fit that had her hovering between puking and passing out.
- Despite Gordon Ramsay’s decade-old warnings, Oceana’s food is actually good. The blackened redfish is great, while the bread pudding was merely okay… I’d call it above-average, overall.
- We learned that if a houseful of people all stand over a girl on the toilet, she might forget how to pee. Even if the girl is question is a well-known urine aficionado.