A Red Marble Sink

My sister said that yesterday’s story about San Francisco reminded her that business trips can be fun.  And since she happens to be on one right now, I thought I would entertain her with another story about a time when I tagged along with her and we had us a fine time in the great big city.

fairmont lobbyThe first time Gay invited me along on a business trip was right after Fartbuster and I divorced.  After 10 boring years, I yearned for some adventure.  The American College of Surgeons held their conference in New Orleans that year…boy, did I luck out!   We stayed at the Fairmont Hotel–which is sadly no more.  They chose not to reopen after Katrina.  I’m lucky to have walked this Moorish style hallway for those few days back in 2001.

My sister is a world-class foodie.  Girl love to EAT.  We travel well together because she books the hotel and makes the dinner reservations and I research the fun little activities to do.  We also both believe in the sanctity of naps.

The first night we were at the Fairmont, I told her we had to go down to the lobby bar and try the namesake drink, the Sazerac.  Never heard of a Sazerac?  Me either, apart from in the guidebook.  It predates the Civil War and is arguably the first American cocktail:  “The defining feature of the Sazerac is the preparation using Peychaud’s Bitters and two chilled old-fashioned glasses, one swirled with a light wash of absinthe for the slight taste and strong scent. The second chilled glass is used to mix the other ingredients, then the contents of that are poured or strained into the first. Various anisettes such as Pastis, Pernod, Ricard, and Herbsaint are common substitutes for absinthe when it is not available; in New Orleans Herbsaint is most commonly used.”  Well, there you go.

I’ll be honest…a Sazerac is more distinctive than it is delicious.  I’m glad I tried it.  So glad, in fact, that after I gagged down the last drop of the concoction, I wiped out the glass with a cocktail napkin and slipped it into my purse.  Then I left a $20 tip to assuage my guilt.  My sister was MORTIFIED.  She hissed, “What are you DOING?  Put that back!  What if we get caught?”  I rolled my eyes and said, “This is New Orleans.  Do you really think this crime wave is going to make the news?”  She giggled but gave me The Look.  The big sister look, like she was going to tell on me.  I clutched my purse tighter.   Ten years of boredom and now I was on the loose in New Orleans.

The night got even sillier after that when we asked the doorman to get us a taxi.  We clambered in the back seat and Gay said, “Take us to the French Quarter, please.”  The driver turned his head and said, “You IN the French Quarter.”  We started giggling harder and I said, “Well, take us to the nasty part.”  He drove two blocks to Bourbon Street and let us out on the curb.  Five bucks to go 2 blocks.  At least it was sprinkling so we could pretend that was why we got a cab.

Like I said, I love traveling with my sister.

red marble sinkThe next night, she got us a table at Broussard’s.  While we were getting ready, the two of us ended up in the bathroom at the same time, brushing our teeth.  Probably to get rid of the taste of Sazerac.   I spat.  She spat.  I looked her in the eye and said, “When we were growing up in that trailer, did you ever in your life think that one day we’d be spitting toothpaste into a red marble sink at the Fairmont Hotel in New Orleans?”  

She spat again and considered for a second.  


And then we laughed and laughed and laughed.  

That’s the thing about my sister.  She works HARD for the privileges that she enjoys in life (and shares so generously).  If you asked her what she wanted to be when she was in second grade, she said, “A doctor.”  By about fourth grade, she had settled on being a surgeon.  She never lost focus.  She watched Daddy operate on cats and dogs, and sometimes scrubbed in to assist.  She sailed through college with a double major in Chemistry and Biology.  Finished Vanderbilt Medical School with zero loan debt.  Worked her internship and residency as an Army surgeon.  She scaled every rung on the ladder to get to spit into that red marble sink.  

When Gay was still in high school, she met with the guidance counselor about applying for colleges.  She told the counselor that she planned to go to medical school.  That dingbat said, “Oh, being a doctor is hard.  Why don’t you be a nurse and marry a doctor?”  

Oh.  Hell. No.  

You better believe that lady got a talking to.  I guess my sister did take a little bit of the counselor’s advice–she did marry a doctor.  Eventually.  

20 thoughts on “A Red Marble Sink

  1. Michelle

    Great Story… loved trying the Sazerac, too – the flavor not so much. If you ever go back, you must go to the Carousel Bar in Hotel Monteleone and have a Ramos Gin Fizz, it’s a delicious MORNING cocktail :-).

    Also from what I remember of Gay, if she were telling the story, she’d say her husband married a doctor, not the other way around! 🙂

  2. onetreenotaforest

    Love this one, too. My memories of Gay were 1) she is so pretty. 2) her daddy is our vet and 3) stay outta her way on the basketball court !
    Ms. Boswell was the counselor I recall..not sure if she was there when Gay was. I lost all faith in the counselor when she tried to teach our math class fractions.

  3. Cheryl

    I think she must have had the same dingbat counselor I did, who gave me zero information or advice except to try to get me to apply to Converse College. Can you see me at a school without men? I would not do well.

  4. Debbie

    The Fairmont has been restored and reopened as The Roosevelt – a Waldorf Astoria hotel. I went to a meeting there shortly after it reopened, the hall is just as stunning and the bar is The Sazerac – blech (the drink, not the bar – the bar is very nice.) I love, love, love old grand hotels.

    Go Gay on ignoring ignorant advice and doing what the hell she wanted to do!! I’m proud to know all the Garretts – and especially thankful that I sat behind Gay in chemistry and made it thru. 😉

  5. Gay

    I am standing on the back of a conference room with 200 medical leaders (I had to stand because my butt hurts from all the sitting). I am giggling and getting funny looks! Thanks for the kind words!

  6. Miss K

    Was just at the Roosevelt the other day for lunch before going to the Saenger Theater (also finally reopened this year after Katrina). It is truly a lovely hotel. Incidentally, it was the Roosevelt before it was the Fairmont, and was the hotel on which Haley’s “Hotel” was based. It is one of my favorite spots in the city. You need to come back.

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