Sunday at the Fest
I stayed in bed late and read the paper front to back with the heat turned up in my little cocoon zone. It was cold outside which is mind blowing since it was 89 degrees one day and then back to shiver me timbers. I took a walk with Arlene and J came with Lucky and the wind was blowing so cold on the bayou that we walked in back along the houses – we said hi to this and that neighbor – a who’s who of local musicians that make this such a great spot to live in. Then I headed to mom’s house for a quick visit. Maria had blown her hair – normally thick and wavy – straight and it was sort of weird seeing her look so different. She also looked blonder – as does everyone these days – as if summer had already waved its wand over them.
I then came back and picked up G and we went to the Fest just in time to catch Trombone Shorty – who was awesome. Then we made our way over to the Mint looking for the crawfish sausage poboys from Vaucresson Sausage Co. – he was in the paper earlier in the week because he had been through so much around Katrina and just now before the fest someone had stolen his custom made grill. So we wanted to make sure to patronize him and of course, we wanted that poboy.
Then it was back home to LaVita for some visiting – M was there with B, and F, and we all just enjoyed ourself and came home to start the week.