Even a JazzFest scrooge, can't resist an evening party with friends and music just around the corner. It was almost dark by 7:30 when Eric called, so I hopped on my bike just to have a quick way to get myself home when it would be very dark.
I'd admired this house with the gallery type porch, each time I pass it on my way to Canseco's. Last night, I was inside and loving it... great music, great food, another very nice French Pinot Noir, old friends, new friends, and fun. Stew and Eric's friend Damon is the drummer for The Geranimums.
I'd say the Geraniums were very "John Prine-ish"-Eric said "Bob Dylan-ish"; so, I guess I'm going to have to see what Damon thinks. All of the music they played was their own, and what a treat it was.
I'd arrived in what I call my JazzFest Season uniform. Tulane cap, black bathing suit, short black spaghetti strap cover up and flat black shoes. After I scooped Demetrius's hat, the fun began.
Sometimes it's fun to look like a wild woman. It was as if when I put that panama hat on, I became someone else. I stopped posing. Even with the Tulane cap back on, my funny, silly having fun mood continued.
Eric took this great shot of Carol and I.
...and then tells the two of us to:
Do something different!
Eric said: This is THE picture of the night.
I don't know about that, but it was fun!
What do you think?
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