Jazz Fest scrooge that I am, it doesn't mean that I can totally avoid it. I'm living in the middle of it! For years before the storm, I turned the backyard into a Jazz Fest Parking lot only for my friends. I do boast from time to time that we could fit 12 cars in the drive, and often did. Problem was that I became a parking attendant. In this life after the storm, with tenants and a little different configuration in the back...parking friends is a little more of a challenge.
Decisions needed to be made. I needed a plan.
In the past, I'd call everyone up who usually parked and say come on over. This year, I had a couple of very hard cores that I knew would be here no matter what and then I'd just see who contacted me. I also decided only on Sundays and only two vehicles.
So, last Sunday Barbara, Elizabeth and Phil arrived first, and then Carol, Keith, Emma and Karen arrived. It was parking, presents and parties.
I'm not a demanding host. Usually I ask nothing, but one year Carol brought some Creme de Cassis over for me for my kirs. This year it was a ream of "paper" from Barbara and "plants" from Keith. Barbara teased that she brought her "paper payment" and that ginger was planted yesterday.
Carol pointed out that we were having a Toyota Prius party. Both of my guests are Prius owners. All we needed was Tom and Adrianne and it would have been three!
Add to the mix, my rubber boots for Carol...and we were off. One weekend down and one to go.
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