I survived New Orleans Jazz Fest 2014! If you're thinking that it sounds like I think that I deserve a medal for basically partying for three days ... well, you'd be right. There's normally music, po'boys, beignets, jambalaya, red beans and rice pretty much any day, and any time in New Orleans, but never so much so as during Jazz Fest season. It's like ALL the food and ALL the music has come out to play (pun fully intended). And it felt like a marathon.
From getting on stage and dancing with the Dirty Dozen Brass Band, one of the oldest New Orleans brass bands (for the record, I was 100% sober, though I'm not sure if that makes it better or worse.) ... to this magical marathon of the senses.
And then we went home. It was late.
And it was all wonderful. And I am determined not to ruin a good marathon by complaining about the heat.