Friday, January 2016.
Anniversary Buffet.
Friends and frequent Eat Club participants Vic and Barbara Giancola are celebrating their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary tonight with a big bash at their club. Vic was involved in the management of WYES, our public television station, for many years. That brings in a great many people I know from my modest association with the station. Here are Peggy and Errol Laborde, Dominic Massa, Marcia Kavenaugh, three former station presidents, and a lot of people I never met before who tell me they listen to my radio show. That's always gratifying.
The restatement of vows requires the services f an Irish priest who has lived in New Orleans for forty years. He is entertaining and very Irish.
The food consists of a big buffet of straightforward local eats, of which the fried catfish is my favorite. I have a gin and tonic, which results in three conversations about the merits of that cocktail. I'd prefer a martini, but martinis cause problems for me. For some reason, G&Ts up to two don't. I remain a gin kind of guy.
I depart the party after about two hours, when the disk jockey--whose selection of tunes started out highly listenable--follows the law of party musicians in which the later it gets, the more louder gets the audio. I give as my excuse for leaving the fact that there is fog on the Causeway. Which there is, but at ten in the evening the traffic moves at the actual forty-five miles per hour. So I get home around eleven. The winter constellations, dominated by Orion and his dog, are brilliant.
