Continuing the journey: Saturday at FQF

Actually, we missed most of it as we spent about 6 hours in 13. It has become tradition to spend at least one day during a festival in 13 and we certainly didn't break tradition this time. Thanks to newcomer, Mindi (if I spelled her name wrong, tell her so that she'll visit the blog and correct me), who forced Peter and I to shoot the photo -- by shooting it herself -- that will eventually become the label for bin 504 (anyone who doesn't yet know what bin 504 is, please read prior blog entries, but shame on you as you've been out of touch too long). After much merriment at 13, we headed to the main riverfront stage to listen, dance, and scream to the Soul Rebels. Just another one of those amazing moments that you never want to end. It was so good that I felt like I was about the explode. Then I realized that although the Rebels were that good, my close to combustive state had more to do with my needing to go to the bathroom. Turns out Maria was in the same state so we headed to the long porta-potty lines to relieve ourselves before heading the DBA to catch John Boutte with Leroy Jones and Todd Duke. While in my stall doing my thing, I hear from the next stall over, "Kevin, can you hear me?" Yes, I thought, and so can everybody else.
"Yes, I can hear you"
"Oh my God, this is disgusting! The bowl is completely full, I can't sit down"

At this point, I probably should have offered to switch porta-potties with her, but since I was now laughing so hard that was becoming difficult to finish my own business, I think I said something like, "That sucks!"

She then gave me, and anyone else nearby, play-by-play, of what she was doing to successfully complete her mission. I will spare everyone the details, but suffice it to say that it involved some interesting, and creative, maneuvers and definitely some good aim. I am sure it looked a bit odd when I exited my stall laughing hysterically, but anyone who may have heard our exchange probably understood. Those who did not hear our exchange probably understood a little better when Maria exited her stall laughing just as heartedly. That weirdness behind us, it was off to DBA.

Because of the long bathroom lines, Maria and I figured we would be last to get to DBA. Turns out, we almost beat everyone there. Ed and Debbie were there at the same time because we later compared songs, but we did not see them and they ended up heading out to dinner. Maria and I got there and hooked up with Bill, Pat, and eventually Carol. Peter and the rest of the gang went back to 822 to help Boz unload equipment for Sunday's crawfish boil. John, Lee, and Todd put on a great show and we hung out with them for a little while after the show before regrouping at 822 to share stories and drink some wine before making our way to 13 for dinner. For those of you counting at home, that's 8 to 9 hours at 13 on that Saturday. See, it's not all fun and games down in NOLA, sometimes we have to put in our regular work shifts.