Jazz Fest '09

Dallas Mike and I have been to many a Jazz Fest in New Orleans. It started out as the guys with Brett and Ross and turned into a couples gig with Jamie and V. It had been a while since we were there and it was time to hit it again. We invited Cul-de-sac Mike and Shannon along since they had never been.

Our fav band Wilco was playing on one of the stages on Saturday. Long story (but very funny) short Jamie and V. managed to get a back stage pass while the band was on stage. We passed the the ticket through the fence one by one and all ended up in the V.I.P. section partying with the band's family. It was a riot. It was a blast. It felt like we were 23 again.

On our trip we ate like Kings and Queens. We partied like it was our last week-end on earth and devoured Gumbo from a bag. It really was a great week-end.

I'll try and tell the story though the pictures:

The Gang!

The best grub in New Orleans?....only Camellia Grill

A product of the Grill (killer omelet and grits). Oh man!!!

A little hair of the dog, thank you!

Dallas Mike and some guy in the Quarter.

This was the way we came to know Cul-de-sac Mike on our trip

Shannon & Jamie

Mmm, love rules!

Travelin' NOLA style

Dallas Mike and V.

You can't see in these pictures but we camped out RIGHT next to the Daiquiri stand before the band came on. We had to quench our thirst some how. It was hot!

This was the best we could do (and stay close to the Margarita's & Daiquiri's) until....

Did someone say Hall Pass?

The girls and their accomplishment (Thank you very much)!

No really, they were super proud of themselves. Definitely a story for the ages.

It hasn't been long....

Yeah maybe it has been but I've been a busy man.

So I'll try to catch up on some of the stuff that's been going on over the past two months.

From the last post, we lost a great guy at the end of March. Brett was Ross' best friend and as all should know Ross has been a large father figure in my life SO that made Brett my Uncle Brett for all jokes and pointing of blame growing up. I knew him since I was 15. He was a big fan of music, life and individuality. He was a great soul that was truly unique and truly nuts.

His funeral was the best send off I've ever been a part of. We could all be so lucky as to have such a large (300+) turn out of friends. In true Brett fashion the night was filled with great food, great friends, lots of booze, and the end of the night turned into a jam session with Ross as the band leader.

Ross and I hit the town the night before and everywhere we went we insisted the tab was opened as "Elliot". His drink was Greyhounds (vodka & grapefruit). We informed all the bartenders that they were now called Elliot's and we ordered them as such all night.

All that have drank with me know that I have always drank the greyhounds. It came straight from copying Mr. Elliot (I couldn't drink Ross' Dewar's).

Leading the band...

No, no, that's not Mick and Keith.

Peace.Love.One groovy guy...