Partying with Krewe du Jieux
Feb. 8th, 2009 11:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ezekielsdaughterI found the car—eventually.
It sounds like an evocative first line for a short story and I may use it someday. The reality is more banal. I went to the Krewe de Vieux parade and the Krewe du Jieux after party, left at midnight and could not find the car. I had noted the address that I was parked in front of—even though the street sign was down. I had noted the peculiar intersection of three streets. I had followed the same street back—but no car. In fact, the entire intersection was not there. I was presented with a typical quadrangle grid. Sigh! I might as well have marched in the parade, as L.J. offered, because I was limping by the time I found the car.
Don’t imagine by these words that I didn’t enjoy myself. I even got asked to dance. I warned the guy that I couldn’t dance, but he insisted. I think that I managed to stay off his toes because he asked me again later. * The music last night was a loopy mixture of metallic klezmer, jazz, and whatever the D.J. slipped in. And the Panorama Brass Band played for the Barak Mitzvah, presided over by the newest Rabbi in town---Rabbi Ury.
I took lots of pictures and will probably include a link here when they finish uploading. I promise not to upload all of them!
* However, he did say that most of the other women refused him. He was probably twice the age of the college students.
It sounds like an evocative first line for a short story and I may use it someday. The reality is more banal. I went to the Krewe de Vieux parade and the Krewe du Jieux after party, left at midnight and could not find the car. I had noted the address that I was parked in front of—even though the street sign was down. I had noted the peculiar intersection of three streets. I had followed the same street back—but no car. In fact, the entire intersection was not there. I was presented with a typical quadrangle grid. Sigh! I might as well have marched in the parade, as L.J. offered, because I was limping by the time I found the car.
Don’t imagine by these words that I didn’t enjoy myself. I even got asked to dance. I warned the guy that I couldn’t dance, but he insisted. I think that I managed to stay off his toes because he asked me again later. * The music last night was a loopy mixture of metallic klezmer, jazz, and whatever the D.J. slipped in. And the Panorama Brass Band played for the Barak Mitzvah, presided over by the newest Rabbi in town---Rabbi Ury.
I took lots of pictures and will probably include a link here when they finish uploading. I promise not to upload all of them!
* However, he did say that most of the other women refused him. He was probably twice the age of the college students.
