An Evening on The Farm: Hollygrove Market

[bam bam]

Listen woman, just shut up and do what you are told and this relationship will work out just fine for you.

[justagirl]

Yes sir.
Sorry

[Backstrap]

bam -

This woman is a keeper.

I think she deserves diamonds.

Start with two carat earrings and go up from there.

[Shannon]

JAG,

If you want to go to this thing, I am game. (My other girlfriend is busy that night.) But you have to buy the tickets. I can't figure out paypal to save my life.

So, you're a great attorney who has DA's for lunch, but can't figure out paypal?

Just sayin'....

[bam bam]

It is disturbing yes. But that is why I enslave women with powerful mind ray. I get them to do the mundane tasks for me.

[edible complex]

It is disturbing yes. But that is why I enslave women with powerful mind ray. I get them to do the mundane tasks for me.

oh really...

[bam bam]

JAG and I went to this benefit last night and I guess after my weekend, anything would be comedown but gee whiz. I had been to a previous fundraiser for the CCFM and it was totally fun, very easy going. Here are our producers, here are local restuarants making meals with our ingredients. Just a fun night and a good time. Last night wasn't even close.


I want to make one thing clear. This wasn't about the food or the music or the booze but it was about helping to protect the local environment by sustaining and restoring surrounding greenbelt areas by fostering economic and social ties in an effort to build a community of growers, sellers, buyers and most importantly...friends. Since JAG and I were the only two people there who voted for McCain, we felt about as comfortable as James Meredith at the 1962 Ole Miss homecoming dance.

Despite not being carbon neutral, we ventured into the America hating crowd of hippies, anti-capitalists, anarchists, pacificts and enviro whackos. In other words, the entire Tulane Liberal Arts Faculty. It was pretty clear that I was the only person here using aerosol deodarant, well for that matter any deodorant whatsoever. So I figured why not give myself a spray? As soon as removed the aerosol can from my man purse, I surrounded by a coterie of ANWAR type olks yelling at me to make my own deodorant from baking soda and corn starch.

A quick walk around the Holly Griove Market and I was ready to leave. Too many liberals in one place for me. The various restaurants had homemade cocktails out of ingredients grown at the farm and organic alcohol. Some of my favorite restaurants were involved in this, yet every single drink was totally disgusting and undrinkable. Get me to the NOLA Brewing kiosk, please. Furthermore, you had to stand in line for like an hour to actually get any food. Rather than a grazing event, this was like an organic high school cafeteria run by enviro-nazis.

We found Patois inside and an older hippie looking woman chewing Aaron's ear off. "Where's your restaurant?"

"Ahhh, how long has it been open?"

"Oh I see, do use ingredients from the market?"

I lean over and whisper to JAG, "what the hell does she care, she can't afford to eat there anyway."

After getting two drinks from Aaron, which were actually halfway decent, we moved outside where I announced in a loud voice, how we need a second stimulus package to bailout the local farmer's markets. Everyone gravitated to me as if I was a wise oracle saying something profound and insightful. To which I then said "just kidding, I support tax cuts for the rich."

At this point, I wanted to just kill myself and JAG being the best girlfriend...ever knew I wanted to get the f-ck out of there and suggested we leave. We retreated to the bar at Rio Mar where I continued to have nightmares.

[edible complex]

I love Liberals, they taste like pork!

[justagirl]

Actually, more like cardboard.

[peychaud]

I can't believe you left early. I was hoping we could meet to iron out our ideological differences over a local, sustainably produced beer. Ian McNulty could have served as our ersatz Obama.