Louisiana Trio
A perfect Friday night – well make that the whole day – Lara gave me a masasge to end all massages kneading deep into the sides of my back that are so tweaked from crawfishing around on this foot. She is learning my body and her touch is other worldly – although when she accidentally grabbed my toe on my right foot (not remembering I had surgery on that one too) I almost hopped right off the planet.
Then I went to see the Tennessee Trio at Le Petit Theater in the Quarter, and just as I was rounding Chartres, with Laurie carping in my ear on the cellphone about our two landscaper choices, I come eye to eye with Richard Ford. Wow! I thought how cool is that? I’m reading Lay of the Land and his beautiful prose just sings to me and the man is walking right towards me looking into my eyes.
The three short plays were good but ended on a little bit of a dire note with the last play being about the absolute base morality that man can devolve into. Yet, what gave me pause was the second play that was so autobiographical it hurt – as Tennessee sits pondering the young boy he has paid to be his traveling companion, who won’t get in the bed with him, he says he hungers for the touch of fingertips on bare skin – it gave me chills.
I was going to head to Brobson’s house for a reception afterwards since that is where Tennessee lived when he was here, but I was hungry so I drove home and right when I walked in the door TL called and said “dinner?” and even though I was going to meet Jerri at 9:30, I figured I had an hour and a half so it was perfect.
We went to La Vita – and hail hail the gang was all there – Fatma, Musa, Bob, Yasar, Lanay, Deedu – shall I go on? – we sat inside after trying to sit in the light drizzle outside and had command central table where we could view the comings and goings of the restaurant – both inside and outside – Emma was our waitress again – a 22 year old pistol of a girl who has a penchant for retro large animal pendants – she had her large green owl on last night.
G had come to join us and then Y sat with us. I left at 9:30 and J and I drove to met G and E down Dumaine and went to M&M’s party where we twist the night away and met all sorts of people. How fun was that?
I crawled in bed at the wee hours still haunted by Tennessee’s words – his hunger for the touch of fingertips on bare skin.