tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627177.post114662702963513513..comments2023-12-22T20:54:32.202-05:00Comments on Miss Tracey Nolan: Home again, home again, jiggety jog.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627177.post-1146706215212935782006-05-03T21:30:00.000-04:002006-05-03T21:30:00.000-04:00Yes, that was the fest. It wasn't the programming...Yes, that was the fest. It wasn't the programming I had the problem with. Well, that's not entirely true. Mostly it's just that we're not *that kind* of fest-people. Too much work, not enough pay off. Couldn't bring myself to get as drunk as I think you'd need to be to enjoy the fact that dirt is blowing in your face every minute you're there...that sort of thing. Let it be said here: I am too high maintenance for the NO jazz fest.<BR/><BR/>Not that I'm complaining. Had some GREAT experiences elsewhere. Photos, I'm hoping, will make an appearance tomorrow :)Lennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11428215710153875472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5627177.post-1146673265428780152006-05-03T12:21:00.000-04:002006-05-03T12:21:00.000-04:00BT is grateful. I'm sure PF was too!Sorry about t...BT is grateful. I'm sure PF was too!<BR/><BR/>Sorry about the bad - food poisoning is ugly.<BR/><BR/>That bad Jazzfest, would that be the jazzfest I kept seeing on television with no jazz guys?<BR/><BR/>Wecome home.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com