Merry Christmas

Ahh...I love sleeping in, and not having to work. Guys, it does not get much better than this. Today when I woke up, Santa brought me what I really wanted. The house was empty, and there was peace and quiet. It is what I have always wanted. It was short-lived. I guess beggars can't be choosers.

Today brings more time with the family, or more appropriately put, too much time with the family. Finally, evening comes, and I'm out of the house.

Cypress and Amber called me to go hang out, and it did not take much convincing. Although, plans changed when Amber's roommate got home. Needless to say, neither were we expecting her, nor her guest. So, Plan B was Grant Street Dancehall.


I had totally forgotten that Christmas night was the final night that Grant Street was open, and I had been wanting to go. It is a great old building, and many famous people have performed there. Some include: Stevie Ray Vaughn, Candlebox, BB King, Korn, and Ray Charles, just to name a few.


Amber took a self-portrait, that she probably would not appreciate me posting on my blog. Also, they upload quicker when I crop them. I noticed that the guy standing behind her was wearing a shirt that Grant Street made to commemorate all of the great years in business. Listed on the back of the shirt, where names of some of the performers that have graced the stage over the years. Check it out.

Marc Broussard was behind us in line tonight. Amber was not feeling it, and she refused to take a picture of Cypress and I, with Marc conveniently located behind us. It would have been great blog material. Amber doesn't like Marc because he sleeps around, eventhough he has a girlfriend, and he is a baby-daddy.

The performance of the night was Curley Taylor. He plays zydeco music, and it is awesome. I am going to keep a lookout in The Times for this guy. He put on a great concert, and we had a blast. Surprisingly, I saw a bunch of people that I have not had the chance to see in a long time, at Grant Street.

Sadly, not only is Grant Street closing, but this beautiful historic building will be torn down. The lot that it now stands on will become a parking lot. The only thing that will remain are memories.


Last but not least, here is a picture of Amber and I leaving Grant Street. It was fun while it lasted.