Zydeco nights

Sometimes I long for new Orleans. I miss the warm nights, the music and the country feel, especially when listening to zydeco. Thanks toy friend Pamela from BISSList, I got free tickets to a zydeco show at the ashkenaz in berkeley.


If ever I was in the ashkenaz, it has been more than 20 years.

Tonight, people of all different ages gathered to dance to the music of the South. If I had been mentally prepared for it, I would have been flattered by the men who kept asking me to dance. Instead I was disappointed that I had to turn them away. I wanted to go and listen to the music. Finally, I gave up. I set my drink and purse down and danced a few songs. I felt like I could have been at Tipitinas in NOLA. It took me back--made me feel like I lived in that place. Then I gathered up my stuff, jumped in my car and headed back to my urban existsnce.
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