So I was in bed Friday night and my phone rang at 1:45am. Yeah, I know. That's pretty early to be in bed in New Orleans on a Friday night. Or any night in New Orleans, for that matter. I'd had a long day...
Anyway, I was just about to fall asleep when the phone rang. It was Michael Kavanaugh.
Michael: "Girl! What are you doing?"
Me: "Sleeping!"
Michael: "No you're not. I'm coming to get you. I'll be there in five minutes."
I'm so glad he did. Because this was happening on a street corner three blocks away:
There was a beer and wine stand. Someone was selling lamb curry. We danced for I don't know how long. It's funny, I KNEW I'd heard drums when I got home that night.
All right, all right. I'll stop saying how good it is to be home...
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