At first I thought this was going to be a thread maligning Kenny G. What the poor man has to go through…
Enjoy New Orleans! Couldn’t make it this year, but how can you not have a good time! While you’re there if you have time (and a car), you might want to visit the Avery Jungle Gardens, also home of Tabasco. http://www.tabasco.com
My best friend will be moving to New Orleans, but not until June. I have stockpiled my Blanche DuBois flowing chiffon lingerie and feather boas, my pink-paper lampshades and my best broken-butterfly facial expression and shall be hitting town like a blowsy tornado sometime—but not in time for the Jazz Fest.
Besides, Flora McFlimsey WARNED me about you people . . . “They’re bad news, sweetie,” she said with her dying breath. “Poison. Cross the street when you see them soming . . .”
Uke, you don’t want me to start making “old people” jokes, do you?
Arnie, I think I’ll have enough booze in me to kill any bacteria or virus’. And germs won’t be sticking to any of my clothes because I won’t be wearing any.
Hotel room, hell. If the price is right you can have my house!
OK, not really. But while you’re making plans, remember some of us are already here. And just to demonstrate my vast insiders knowledge, be forwarned: this year they’re expecting more mosquitos and fewer crawfish. Not a good combination.
First weekend? First weekend sucks! Well, not really, but second weekend is usually blusier.
Let me spend some time with the first weekend lineup, my vacation approval people and the people I was going to travel with this year, and I’ll let you know in a few days. Drop me an email with the condo cost.
Sucks about the mosquitoes; turns out I’m delicious. But at least those mosquitoes don’t carry the West Nile-like Virus.
And absolutely we’ll be expecting locals to join in any Doper activities that may occur.
Dwtno - I had no idea there were N.O. dopers! I am thrilled and can’t wait to hang out.
Seriously, if anyone is in need of a vacation, don’t let jazz music prevent you from going to New Orleans during Jazz Fest weekend. And I PROMISE I won’t bring or talk about my saxophone (unless Uke decides to go, of course).