A friend of mine just told me he bought a house in New Orleans as a second home. Since that is a dream of mine to live in a little yellow house in New Orleans, I thought I'd check out his house. Looking at it on a map, I see that it is just a few blocks over from Henry Clay Ave.
That brought back a memory! When I was about 21 or so, I long-distance dated a girl from Louisiana that I had met in Austin on New Years Eve 1985-1986. So this must have been the summer of 1986 when I was visiting. She had a friend Jimmy who was a "wild and crazy guy". One night we had driven to New Orleans. Jimmy had arranged for the two couples to stay at his parent's house, [because they were not there?]
We ended up in the guest room after a long night on the town and because no one wanted to be alone, I woke up to find that all four of us were sleeping in one bed in the guest room with our clothes on.
The house I remember was very unusual. It was a large but very old Victorian style home, much different that any home I had ever been in. We didn't get much of a chance to look around, as I expect we had to clear our of there before his parents found all 4 of us in one bed, 80s movie style!
I can only imagine what I would think if I saw that today.
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