Posts Tagged ‘stacey head’

Ah, there’s all kinds of references on the floats this year about Nagin’s impending exit.

Honestly, doesn’t Carnival seem kind of like an afterthought this year? After weeks and weeks of election & Superbowl buildup? What could be better than what we already received? The mayoral race was starting to get nasty- I can only imagine how ugly it would’ve been like if we’d had a Mitch/Troy runoff.

And with Nagin opening his fool mouth on WBOK, trying to stir up racial tensions (again:shock), plus that asshat Riley lying on the same station about Councilperson Head calling him the verboten N-word in emails I just didn’t know what to expect. Of course the email couldn’t be produced (as it doesn’t exist) but with how much Stacy’s been targeted these last two years it was hard to say just how the numbers would fall.

But within half an hour of the polls closing it was clear that both Mitch and Stacey were going to take it in a walk. And now there’s not much left to do but laugh at the floats as we wave buh-bye to Nagoon, trying very hard to make the door hit him in the ass on the way out.

Actually, there is one more thing to be done- get up early tomorrow for the Zulu parade to boo Nagin as he rides by on his horse. It’s the last time we get to do that!

Whoo hoo!

So I attended a meeting last night at City Councilwoman Stacy Head’s house on behalf of the neighborhood association. It reinforced the fact that I hate her.

Okay, to be honest, it’s more like “am deeply jealous of.”

Here’s what my afternoon was like:
1pm: Shit! I forgot I had a meeting at 5:30.
3pm: Realize I’d better change before meeting as my grass-stained jeans aren’t going to impress anyone.
4:45: Alison calls. Can you pick me up? Also, don’t you have a meeting tonight? What about dinner?
5:05: Get in shower, having realized I never got a chance to get one this morning since my schedule was thrown off this morning. (It doesn’t take much.)
5:15: Fling things around the bedroom in an effort to find “grownup” type clothes.
5:18: Give up on grownup, nonwrinkled clothes.
5:25: Leave house, hair still damp.
5:28: Back in house, find address of meeting.
5:45: Be last one to arrive.
6:33: Having forgotten to turn phone off, daughter calls. What did I end up doing about dinner? Hiss into phone that she should forage through whatever leftovers there are.
7:42: Have recovery drink at home.

Now, a breakdown of Stacy’s day:

1pm:

Okay, I give up. I have no idea, except that it involved a lot more than remembering to try to remember about the grass stains. I do not operate on the same plane as this woman.

Her house was immaculate, her kids phenomenally well behaved. She had her toddler on her lap, quietly drawing kitty-cats while we discussed matters. She got a call from her neighbor asking if she could drop her two toddlers off while she ran some errands. “Sure, no problem!” She orchestrated all four kids from the meeting, including letting them have popsicles without any ending up on furniture, in hair, etc. Her hubby called and she told him dinner was ready and waiting for him when he got home. After our meeting, she was having another meeting about the copper problem.

And she’s nice, too, dammit. Personable, funny, sharp as hell- neither shrewish nor Stepford Wife-ish in the least.

It was like watching someone of an entirely different species operate.

Possibly from another planet altogether- one that I will never, ever even be granted a visitation visa for, never mind citizenship.