I wasn’t supposed to go to Jazz Fest and see MynameisJohnMichael or Trombone Shorty, and I surely wasn’t supposed to eat a soft-shell crab and a Cajun duck po-boy. I was content with recommending to some friends that they should catch the New Orleans Bingo Show!. I wasn’t until my sister called with the offer of ten dollar tickets. While I couldn’t afford sixty dollar tickets with the wedding coming up, I definitely could afford a ten dollar ticket. Unfortunately, Cristina couldn’t make it due to a conference in Orlando that lined up perfectly with her sister’s graduation from UCF. However, Cristina did give me her blessing to attend Jazz Fest.
Natalie, my type-one diabetic sister, had never been to the Jazz Fest. She had no particular band she wanted to see which fed directly into my plan of seeing all local acts.
We arrived a little later than I wanted. I wanted to see Shamarr Allen but we had to eat first. Natalie played safe with jambalaya, which she remarked was very good. I went straight for the soft shell crab po-boy which is always my first stop at Jazz Fest. Along with a coke and a diet coke, I bought a couple of waters to ward off dehydration later in the day.
MyNameIsJohnMichael: I foresee this band taking a good bit of my money
