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The after party was at Swirl last night after the Fest; we walked through the Liuzza crowd, and then passed the Boombox DJ on the truck and headed down Ponce de Leon to hear Johnny J playing surf guitar. Fabulous, nothing like dancing to Wipe Out with your son in a pack. There was a clown doing balloons for the kids. At one point, a friend ordered a Pinot Noir and said, she needed change…
I was looking at the crafts to see if I could spot something for Tatjana’s birthday, which isn’t until October. And I thought I found something, but when she came to the Fest late yesterday, she was taken by the birds, which I had loved but didn’t think she would love. So today when I went back to the Fest, I went over to get her a bird and I had friends help decide on…
The Sunday of Tin’s first Jazz Fest was magically splendid. The day started off gorgeous and continued to be stunningly perfect all day long. We started by going over to a friend’s for a Jazz Fest brunch and Tin just wanted to go in that pool so bad, even though the water was ice cold, so in we went: Then we made our way into the Fairgrounds and over to a friend’s camp near the…
There is a belief in India that crowds heighten our sense of individuality. Well crowds are certainly on my mind as I head out to Jazz Fest on day 3 (day 2 for us) and it is super sunny and gorgeous outside and I think, it’s going to be crowded like crazy. I’ve been neutral about crowds my whole life but only now am starting to sometimes side step or avoid them all together and…
I took a walk this morning with a neighbor and friend and we were talking about a restaurant in the hood and some missteps in the guy’s marketing. The complaint was using hand made flyers on telephone poles for high end dining – my friend likened that to a tear off that says, “For a good time call Jackie Onassis.”
Who was it that said that any fool can handle a crisis, but it’s the day to day that separates the weak from the strong? The grace it takes to get through a day without snapping at those you love, to help another in need even when your needs appear overwhelming, and to project a sunny disposition despite a cloudy mind is enormous sometimes. But in the end, if you lay your head down on…
After missing the first day, I was chomping at the bit to get out there to the Fairgrounds the second day. Of course, Tin was sleeping – astounded by his ability to nap two days in a row like there was no tomorrow, I finally after a half hour, got him up to go with me to Jazz Fest. We had our itinerary and we had our reality. The two did not intersect, barely once…
Yesterday a friend who has two children was over and kept playing with Tin. They way he handled him and talked to him was so great to behold. We’ve spoken a lot about having/wanting/needing male role models for Tin. Just the other day we were walking and talking, and T said, “I wish we had friends like Tom and Matko.” I said, “We do.” And she said, “Who?” “Tom and Matko,” I said. Unfortunately they…
Last night, a brass band and a large entourage gathered on the bayou and played into the night – our own private Jazz Fest. Tin took another nap and we had to wake him up so that he would be able to go to sleep! It’s crazy – the boy took 2 two hour naps yesterday – now you know. Meanwhile friends who parked by our house returned soaking wet from the Fairgrounds and another…
Tin decided to take a long nap – I stared at the video camera sure that he would stir any minute but like watching a pot of water trying to boil – nada. Then he stirred and there was a loud clap, then lightning and then the sky opened up and it rained and rained and rained and I watched the people from Jazz Fest running back to their cars in streams over the next…