As a quick update on the missing luggage, I finally let myself be convinced to buy new clothes that night. After purchasing them, and also new toiletries, I went back to my hotel room only to find my luggage had been delivered while I was shopping. One of the bags was ripped, but they were there.
On to the fun stuff..
I spent 3 nights in New Orleans so you can bet we went around the corner to Bourbon Street every night. There was a fun little blues club not too far up where we got to see some good music. The one night this guy named Rooster played there. He walked around the place with his wireless mic and guitar singing to all the women present. I bought his CD because of one song he wrote called The Mirror – “I wish you was a mirror baby, I’d like to see myself inside of you” was the first verse, and they just kept getting better from there. The next night a band who I think was called The Soul played, with a guest singer named Eunice. They were really good as well:
A friend met me in New Orleans and we drove down to Lafayette to stay at the Blue Moon Guesthouse, which was fantastic. It was my first time staying at a hostel and I was surprised by how nice it was. We met some fun people to hang out with there, although there was this one crazy older woman who would walk around talking to herself and anyone in the vicinity, regardless of whether or not they were busy or already in a conversation. I would definitely stay there again though. They turned the back porch into a bar, the Blue Moon Saloon, a few years ago and now have live music and dancing most nights. So we got 2 nights of music there before moving on to the festival.
I’d been looking forward to the Blackpot Festival for months and months so I was way excited for it to finally be happening. It was held at Acadian Village, which was very nice but much smaller than I was expecting. Someone later told me that the festival was actually 3 or 4 times as big as last year (the 1st one). I can’t imagine them still being able to hold it at the same place if it gets any bigger though. This festival was great because it was set up by some of the musicians there, and they just camped right along with everyone else, and partied with everyone else too. But the best part by far was the dancing. No one does Cajun dancing where I live. I already knew the basic steps for most of it from one other festival and an Allons Danser concert I went to once. I finally got to actually do a lot of it here though, which made me extremely happy. Someone even told me I dance like a Cajun, which since he was Cajun was a great compliment. I loved every single band there and had the most amazing time. I am definitely going back. Some videos I took: