G put a name to what has been bothering me, us, lately. Eli’s Coming. It’s like waking up with this feeling of dread – like did I do something wrong? is something about to go wrong? It’s possible it comes from laissez les bons temps rouler – it’s so easy here in the Big Easy to enter into the fray of good times. Take the upcoming last weekend of this month – on Friday night Swirl is hosting a costume party (B & K love to costume and are making a big to do of this), then on Saturday and Sunday it is Voodoo Fest where the lineup of musicians includes Original Meters, Shooter Jennings, Trombone Shorty, Drive by Truckers to name a few (T would kill that I didn’t mention Duran Duran) but on Sunday, L gave me his Saints tickets and N and I are going to the Saints game, and then Saturday night is the Voodoo on the Bayou – a costume or black tie party at the Pitot House, that Saturday also happens to be L, man of mystery’s birthday, but I’m not sure if he will be home yet.
Okay that is one weekend for godsakes! So tonight with Tom McDermott at the Ogden and A having her birthday party at Cafe Degas – how can I step off the social circuit and take a break?
Early this morning I held little Abby and played with the J-man who was home sick – at one point he started twirling around with joy and it overshadowed Eli and brought a smile to my face.