…and then the other half.
My friend who we were visiting in New Orleans does the PR for an interior design store, and she invited us out to the grand opening of the store and the roll-out of Edward’s new line of hand painted throw pillows. We got there early to help her set up, so there was nobody else in the store. Edward spent about a half hour going through his whole collection with us one piece at a time and answering RUABelle’s decorating questions about our house.
We ended up buying the first pillow he has ever sold to his effusive thanks. He said afterwards that it was his favorite piece of art he’s done yet this year. Nobody gets sold like a salesman… Yeah, it cost more than I paid for my first sofa, but it wasn’t crazy expensive for a piece of art. (That the cat may throw up on.) Anyway, he was as nice a guy as you could hope to meet and literally ran after our car as we left for the ride home to wish us a safe trip.
Now to appease the defunct Staggering Prophets and bore the Curbliers, I got to spend part of Friday night drinking with Cris Carter in a bar before dinner. He was a little more, ahem, reserved than Edward. He wouldn’t give up why he was in the Big Easy, but at least I knew if we were eating in the same restaurant it was probably a good place. Turns out that he was right.