The Festivities Continue…
When I woke up the morning after my birthday I said from a dream state “where will I find happiness today” and sure enough the day brought forth lots of pleasant surprises. D, who gave me his card the other day on the bayou, stopped me again with his hand over his heart and said he is in love with my hair. I told him one day when I’m ready to get rid of it I will give it to him. The BSF made his usual way around and I caught up with N as all of these transactions were going down. BSF was a little more verbose than his usual good morning, but there is not a lot of talking you can do when you are running by someone.
Worked most of the day and about 4 decided to rally to go see Marcia Ball in Lafayette Square despite having polished off a case of champagne the night before. I picked up G and we met T there and there was double the crowd that has been at these concerts and everyone was in a joyous mood. Washboard Chaz played the intermission and brought the spirits up even higher. I saw M because he towers over everyone. Later when Marcia Ball came back on she sang Louisiana 1927 and everyone gathered together and raised their arms and looked to the heavens as we moved to the music. We made our rounds with everyone we knew there – talked at length to R about his motorcycle racing and red bull addiction. Then we caught up with several friends of G among them T, whose party is Saturday night, with his Colorado visiting friend J. We met up again at Loa’s after the wine bar G and I walked to turned out to be closed up. I shared horror stories with T about house renovation – apparently he started his February 2005 so he has me beat. I curbed my desire to go on and on about all the issues and talked about the future instead and how it would be great when it was finished. T said that T’s house is gorgeous and I said hmm, it’s the location of my house that inspires me. At one point I was talking about the house and I kept saying we this, we that, and T said who is this “we” and I just said me and my dog, Arlene.
G and I followed T and J back to MidCity to find food – Degas was open and still serving.
By this point – me with my “new best friend” G – had managed to thoroughly enjoy yet another wonderful day in New Orleans.
The forecast shows rain every day through the weekend – we can only hope they don’t know how to predict weather.