Stop the music!
Bayou Boogaloo is going on down the bayou and it looks like it has expanded even more this year, but I’m just not in a festival mood. Know what sort of mood I’m in – a sit on the beach and stare at the horizon sort of mood. Thank god it is almost summer and we are about to fly off to never never land.
I think I’m just a little festival’d out this year – but this too shall pass.
On my way to Zumba this morning all arteries to get there were blocked off and the policeman said, “You’re just going to have to wait 20 minutes,” I looked at him like he was a zombie come to eat my flesh and took the long way around. “Festivals shmestivals,” I thought to myself, “I want to live in a town that only has one festival, as my Nantucket friend always says when she leaves New Orleans.”