Dancing Jones
A few weeks ago I was lamenting that I had not been out dancing in a long time, so last night at Mimi’s with Gal Holiday and the Honky Tonk Revue playing, I cut a rug. Mostly I danced by myself but T actually got up and danced two slow dances with me and then Dancing Man and I danced a few songs as well. As I said earlier, Gal’s on her way to California because the call west has gripped her and I know how she feels, but I told her I know she’ll be back. Life on the frontier gets lonely and she’ll crave the fact that on any Wednesday night in New Orleans you could walk into Mimi’s and eat good tapas, get a good stiff gin & tonic, and get your dancing jones fixed. I have to say with all the venues and restaurants and bars in the West, you can’t capture the spirit of New Orleans outside of its environment – we’re the petri dish – there’s no substitute.