When it’s right it’s right
It’s hard to get to perfect, but perfect is amorphous and undetermined and most of all perfect is fluid. But if you were going to have a gala, and you were going to pick a house, any house, pick the Sanctuary on Bayou St. John with an oak tree that rivals any in the city, and then go ahead and have Commander’s Palace make my favorite dish of all time, grillades and grits, and then have swamp pop by the Creole String Beans playing and look over and see the saxophone guy is the dad of Tin’s heartthrob – Callie – and then have people you know and are fond of dancing, drinking, and hanging out and hey, you know what, you have a perfect gala, a perfect evening, and now you can have a perfect night’s sleep.
Photo by Charlie London