Breakfast is served in the sun. |
The Marigny was an extremely hip area, a great place to get lost and look around. A few blocks down, we found this neat public art installation:
My contribution. |
Had the best time stepping on stage at The Spotted Cat with The Cottonmouth Kings, a great swing band that was convinced by Brie to let me intrude on their set and sing a Son House song. Quite a memory. Hopefully they weren't too annoyed by our half-drunk antics. Even if they were, they made my little heart full to the brim this night.
Oh, and did I mention the food! My favorite was a grilled cheese/boudin sandwich that we snagged at the New Orleans Roadfood Festival. Delish!
<------Oh, and look at this little gem I picked up at Jim Russell's Records on Magazine Street. My grandfather, Dale Gothia, playing with The Boogie Kings at Crystal Beach. What a find!
Great friends. Great place. Great fun.
When I returned home, my grandmother had made me a giant pot of chicken and sausage gumbo and a chocolate cake, my dad gave me a hand-wrapped present (all of the mail that has been collecting at his house for the past months), and Kassafrass sent me "happy" flowers. I hope now that this funk is officially over. If I whine anymore this month, slap me.
Omnombo |
Onommycake |
My dad's present to me. Mail. : / |
Happy Flowers from Kass |