A nice end to Jazz Fest
I flew back from NY early Sunday morning in time to catch the last day of Jazz Fest. I left Steve at the LaLa to work while I ventured out to hear some great music. I was trying to hook up with one of my online advertising sources and we kept missing each other as both of us succumbed to the heat. I wound up under a food tent where a kind woman took a cold compress and revived me – he wound up in the Southern Comfort tent listening to Nathan and the Zydeco ChaCha’s – I caught up with him there but by that time I was too far gone on the slippery slope of heat stroke so I told him I might catch up with him later at Liuzza’s.He text me from Liuzza’s but I was already home on my porch with the Puerto Rican girls listening to them play the guitar and congas. 
I told him to come over with his friends afterwards. Little did I know that suddenly we were having a party – he showed up with about 7 people and before you know it – he was singing – and singing very well! A band formed and I did some fire dancing practices around the music. But at the end of the night when I was putting them in cabs – I felt like the Jazz Fest weekend had concluded on the bayou with our own sound. How great is that?
January 14th, 2008 at 7:25 am
That’s a party, mamacita! How much fun! How can you duplicate such a time? Never, never, it was all energy flowing at the right time and in the right place, your home. thank you.
January 14th, 2008 at 9:30 am
So true. Oddly enough or maybe not odd, I’ve had many spontaneous events like this at the LaLa since I moved in after Mardi Gras last year – so much fun. Of course, none rival the energy and sound of this particular event and what a glorious end to Jazz Fest. I think this house, the LaLa, is charmed – and I’m very blessed.
I’m about 48 hours from you now – we’ll be having our own good time pronto!