I flew back from NY early Sunday morning in time to catch the last day of Jazz Fest. I left Steve at the LaLa to work while I ventured out to hear some great music. I was trying to hook up with one of my online advertising sources and we kept missing each other as both of us succumbed to the heat. I wound up under a food tent where a kind woman took a cold compress and revived me – he wound up in the Southern Comfort tent listening to Nathan and the Zydeco ChaCha’s – I caught up with him there but by that time I was too far gone on the slippery slope of heat stroke so I told him I might catch up with him later at Liuzza’s.He text me from Liuzza’s but I was already home on my porch with the Puerto Rican girls listening to them play the guitar and congas. 
I told him to come over with his friends afterwards. Little did I know that suddenly we were having a party – he showed up with about 7 people and before you know it – he was singing – and singing very well! A band formed and I did some fire dancing practices around the music. But at the end of the night when I was putting them in cabs – I felt like the Jazz Fest weekend had concluded on the bayou with our own sound. How great is that?
That’s a party, mamacita! How much fun! How can you duplicate such a time? Never, never, it was all energy flowing at the right time and in the right place, your home. thank you.
So true. Oddly enough or maybe not odd, I’ve had many spontaneous events like this at the LaLa since I moved in after Mardi Gras last year – so much fun. Of course, none rival the energy and sound of this particular event and what a glorious end to Jazz Fest. I think this house, the LaLa, is charmed – and I’m very blessed.
I’m about 48 hours from you now – we’ll be having our own good time pronto!