We decided to stay an extra day in New Orleans so we could visit with my aunt who has never met my children. I haven’t seen her for many years, since I was– as she put it– a curly headed cutie. She recommended an outdoors concert in Lafayette Square.
We arrived with blankets and jackets, unsure of what the weather would bring and were ready to experience something new. The kids had never attended a live concert before and were excited. My aunt gave us some tickets for food and drinks and then the music began.
My son ran right up to the front, right below the stage and listened with the headphones on that my uncle gave him. He did this, he said, because it was “so loud!”
My daughter and I shared a salad and before we knew what was where we were dancing barefoot in the southern grass. The music was a blues/rock style and as the sun set more and more people joined in our sway.
Eventually the kids had to pull me away. The combination of drunk people, marijuana and cigarette smoke and general fatigue had them begging to go home. My aunt also admitted the music wasn’t really her favorite.
But I enjoyed letting my hair down and dancing in my freedom here in the deep south.