G and I were supposed to have a date last night since of late she has been preoccupied and so have I and when we have seen each other it has been in the company of others. So we were going to have a steak at La Boca, home of L, man of mystery’s, food poisoning. I hesitated to go again, and L even asked why we were going there, but then thought I’d give it another try. T came to meet me for a cocktail at the bar there before picking up her daughter and then G was going to arrive after getting her hair redone – T said she really liked the food there, so I felt better. After dinner, G and I were headed to hear E playing with the New Orleans Jazz Orchestra with Irvin Mayfield at the Boom Boom room.
Well even though we were having a good time at La Boca, and Dean the bartender was taking care of us graciously, there were minor tremors in our landscape that were gathering and by the time G and I got to the Boom Boom room, we felt the tendrils starting to head the way of that Eli’s Coming feeling. We cheered E when they introduced him, and stuck around for Irvin’s new signature song, but we snuck out at some point feeling as if we were being hijacked the whole night and not having any time to just hang. Freddy Omar wasn’t at Cafe Brasil, instead there was a punk band, and the Spotted Cat was crowded and we didn’t want to fight the crowd there (the woman who was cut up by her suicide boyfriend was a bartender at the Spotted Cat), so we ended up at Snug.
It was there that we rehashed the evening, the culmination of the week(s) and G named the feeling, the Eli’s Coming feeling. Hers was magnified by the fact that she was leaving for NY today and mine was magnified by Yahoo’s new all time low which was a serious disappointment.
When we got back to the Boom Boom room, Kermit was in the crowd, so was Bill Jefferson, and NOJO was running hot and we were lulled back into the dreamscape of New Orleans.