
I keep the best of company, of course.

Be sure to check out the comments threads at the ladies' establishments to see who else took this and how they scored.
Speaking of in the neighborhood... Though I am home in ABQ this weekend (hooray!), I will be back in NOLA Monday evening. Where are the better places to savor beignets? I have not yet done that and I daren't spend all this time in NOLA without that pleasure. [Though, if any of you expect me to suck crawdad heads you don't know me. I eat very little that comes out of the water.]
It was very comforting to look out the airplane window yesterday as sunset approached and see mesas and a rippled, mountainous landscape (and lots of dirt, as the passenger next to me noted). I think the encapsulation of sense of place may be that I would rather desiccate than rot.
It is rather fun to compare our sense of where we feel at home and why we enjoy it, so long as it doesn't put other places down and get mean-spirited. I know that Mimi and I love our "home" regions and feel that the other's turf is quite alien. Nothing wrong with that. I don't think humid places are bad places, for instance; I just know they are not where I feel at home. I've certainly acclimatized enough that I don't face flying back with dread and look forward to some more exploring.
Happy weekend, everybody!
[Does giddy "I'm back in the West" dance.]
--the BB