Okay, the world doesn’t suck.
I was just down at the Taste of New Orleans Jazz Festival. It’s put on the by San Antonio Zulu Association each year as part of Fiesta. Since I’ve known about it, my stepdad’s band has played in it. So this morning, after doing another bike ride with the other David from work, I strapped on my kilt and cowboy hat and headed down.
Yes, I’m partly an exhibitionist. Hello - blogger.
Anyway, when I got there the band had already played the first half of their set and Dan was ready for some lunch. So we went and got some Cajun chicken shishkabobs and a funnel cake and some cokes. We talked for a while about our various infirmities (we’re both old guys at heart and in body) and then he had to get back to playing his trombone. He gave me a thick wad of tickets that he’d gotten from the event organizers and left me to spend them as I saw fit. All the food and drink at the event was only purchasable with these tickets.
Well, try as I might, I couldn’t get rid of them all. I still had maybe $30 worth in my pocket after the band had finished, and I was ready to go. So I waited by the entrance until a family came in and I gave them to them. Then I turned to head out and heard someone yelling at me. I thought for a second that one of the security people thought I was scalping or something, but it turned out that I had dropped my cell phone a little ways back, and this woman was running up to me to give it back.
So I accomplished a good deed today and received a good deed. My faith in the world is somewhat restored. Now I’m going to play a really violent video game for a little while to restore the balance. 