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Sunday we did the hokey pokey at the wedding and last night, when I got home, and after putting Tin to bed, we set up a table for the boiled crawfish on the porch and sat outside on a beautiful evening to celebrate the remains of what was a very pleasant birthday. Good wine flowed, conversation was easy, and the crawfish were exceptionally tasty and zingy with spices. Afterwards we had cupcakes from Cake Bakery…
I woke this morning at 5am Eastern and sat on the screened porch atop the tree boughs in Hotlanta- such a lovely place my friends own there. I had my tea, my New York Times, and Tin was sound asleep in the portacrib inside. The birds were singing and I felt so good to be in great hands to start my birthday. Then Rosa, the cook, knocked on the door at 9 am and brought…
I wondered how it was possible that Prince William and my nephew could even fathom getting married the first weekend of Jazz Fest – I mean really? But I never suspected that when I woke this morning to my 52nd birthday that the news greeting me would be Bin Laden is dead. Okay. Pretty busy weekend wouldn’t you say? When Tatjana and I were trying to adopt we had to put together a 25 page…
Tin’s absolute, hands-down number one request is Salt Peanuts – yes Dizzy has passed the Holy Trinity of Evan Christopher, Louis Armstrong, and Trombone Shorty to reach #1 in the pantheon. Yesterday, when we were listening to the Hot 8 Brass Band and Tin was getting down on his trumpet, then trombone and drums, a woman gave Tin a hologram of Dizzy Gillespie unaware of the Salt Peanuts addiction. She said, “I have your son…
I, for one, am thrilled with all this new hat madness going on since the wedding.
So day one was just a primer, sort of like when you haven’t exercised for a while and you go for it and then you come home with all these aches and pains. Today was the real Jazz Fest, a simply gorgeous day, and every time I turned around I was near someone I wanted to talk to, sitting and listening to a band I wanted to hear, and just all around enjoying myself. I…
We’re hoping that all the people passing by for Jazz Fest will take a photo of themselves and the bridge as they cross over and then send it into our blog.
I missed Trombone Shorty jamming with Jeff Beck, I missed Mumford & Son, and I missed Might Cloud of Joy in the Gospel Tent, so today, different approach. We have a party going and a party coming back and then I have to get Tin’s hair washed and ready for bed so we can catch an early flight out to Atlanta in the morning for my nephew’s wedding. Deep breath, rev your engines, on your…
Okay, I’m the Energizer Bunny and could usually see more music at one day of Jazz Fest than the average bear but I must admit that Jazz Fest with a toddler changes everything. We hurried over to see the Brass Band Throwdown at the Kid’s Tent and that was just a warm up because then we went over to Congo Square and set up base camp which consisted of two chairs, a blanket, a tethered…