The Monday After

the Jazzfest was always both a relief and a big letdown! You would be exhausted from all the festing, the late nights in bars at all the afterfest concerts and mornings rising early to get a table at Croissant de Or to have that fantastic almond croissant & cafe au lait and read the Picayune before the line snaked down the block. Sad because it was time to clean out the condo, load the truck, and head back to Texas! An eight hour drive that flew by! There would be dozens of new Cd's to listen to, after you got out of range of WWOZ, and the stop in Jennings to fill up the ice chest with fresh boudin from Ellis Cormiere's shop! You couldn't eat too much hot at the counter because there was that last stop to make at Floyd's in Beaumont for seafood court bouillon! The bridge over the Atchafalaya Basin would be bumper to bumper with all the people headed home

. Eighteen miles of noisy tire thumping! Just turn the music up LOUDER! Think about that last second line Eddie led in the Cox Economy Hall and start dreaming of next year!

You'll be wearing boots to work and the nail polish will wear off unseen but the anticipation of the next first weekend in April will carry you on!