The first thing I do when I get there is look around at the food booths. Hadn't eaten much yet. There was one set up by everyone from Emeril's to Rouses (local supermarket). I was hungry for a meat pie so when I saw that they had ones with BBQ pork, my mind was made up. Grabbed some skewered shrimp too..... and then later a pulled pork taco. The portions aren't very big. I don't eat nearly as much as I used to, but each alone wasn't enough to make me full. Grabbed my diet coke and made my way to the stage. Didn't even give beer a second thought (the vendors were pushing it pretty hard as that's where they make half their money).
I saw a variety of groups. There was a little funk and some real gritty blues by a duo from Mississippi. After an hour my back was killing me from carrying my laptop in my backpack. Left briefly to get a quad chair from CVS. Called my sponsor to check in. He was watching the Saints game with some guests so I quickly told him everything was cool on my end and that I wouldn't keep him. He was ok with me calling when I did. I got back just in time for Marcia Ball. Took my chair out of its nylon sleeve and saw plastic falling out. It was dry-rotted. Test of patience. I could still sit in it and decided to just take it back after the festivities ended.
It was a wonderful show. I just sat and relaxed and listened to the music and watched the people. It was a bit of a downer watching all of the couples dancing and holding hands. Didn't let it get to me. I was there to enjoy the cool breeze and the bands. Still. Wish ya could have been there, Cupcake.
Well. I thought it was about time to post something that was a bit less of a downer, so here ya go. Not the most interesting set of paragraphs in the world, but that was my evening.