ode to dunbar's

i received  news on my facebook feed "Pre-Katrina favorite Dunbar’s Creole Cooking plans comeback in Gert Town". i was instantly filled with joy and sent the news to my best friend , susaye. that was our spot during our college days at loyola. often, we would head there right before a huge paper, and  order their unlimited fried chicken and red beans ( i still feel it's a strange combo but the chicken was delicious and only $6) afterwards, we'd march to the computer lab feeling confident and defiant.

after 2.5 hours of yahooing "what is an ama format" (i know 'yahooing' was never a term, but tryin to  convey a pre-google era) , and searching profiles on blackplanet (was never into blackplanet, but tryin to convey a pre-facebook era), we decided we deserved a quick nap. we set the alarm in our room (actually, i was never her roomate. but she was a ra, and had an extra bed) --ok, this is alot of parenthetical thoughts--  let me try this again.

so we would attempt to work on our paper, but didn't get much done, take a nap that turned into full on sleep, wake up in hysteria , and race to the computer lap in our pjs.

staying away from dunbar's right before a paper deadline never occurred to us.


(side note: am i the only new orleanian who has never heard of "Gert Town")