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Apr 27, 201810:16 AM
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Field trip reality vs. Jazz Fest fantasy

 

There are many sacrifices we make as parents, and so it is that I find myself taking a vacation day – a gorgeous spring Friday – to go to Ship Island in Mississippi on a field trip with my daughter’s class instead of attending the first Friday of Jazz Fest.

Although I love her (and her friends) beyond expression and am happy and privileged to be able to take the time to spend the day with her, it’s still hard not to contrast what the reality of the field trip will look like versus the sun-soaked fantasy of a day spent with friends at Jazz Fest.

What I will be doing: Getting up at 5:30 a.m. to make sure my daughter gets to board the school bus on time, then fortifying myself with grease- and carb-forward breakfast foods and lots of coffee before following the bus in my minivan

What I could be doing: Sleeping in, followed by a leisurely brunch with Bloody Marys before making my way to the Fair Grounds.

What I will be doing: Staving off motion sickness on the ferry with Dramamine

What I could be doing: Choosing which bands to see while drinking a beer

What I will be doing: Eating a hot dog from the island snack bar or maybe a PB&J that I packed the night before

What I could be doing: Eating crawfish bread or mango freeze or spinach-artichoke dip or cochon de lait po’ boys or or or …

What I will be doing: Listening to fifth graders shriek and bicker and gossip

What I could be doing: Listening to the Dirty Dozen Brass Band

In the end, of course, I will end up exhausted and sunburned either way, and I know the Ship Island trip – a school tradition, a rite of passage – will end up being something Ruby and I will bond over and end up cherishing as a family memory for years to come.

But those of you headed out to the fest, I suspect you’ll be having more fun than I am.

Stay safe, stay hydrated, remember your sunscreen – and eat some extra crawfish bread for me!

 

 

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        Eve is further proof, if any is needed, that New Orleans girls can never escape the city. After living here since the age of 3 and graduating from Ben Franklin High School, Eve moved to Columbia, Mo., where she received bachelor’s and master’s degrees from the Missouri School of Journalism and became truly, unhealthily obsessed with grammar.She had originally intended to strike out to New York City and work in the cutthroat magazine industry there, but after Katrina, Eve felt a strong pull to return home, to her roots, her family, her waterlogged and struggling city – and a much more forgiving work atmosphere that would allow her to skip a routine of everyday makeup and size 0 designer label business suits and enjoy the occasional cocktail or three with an absurdly fattening lunch. She moved back home in January 2008 and lives in Mid-City with her two daughters, Ruby and Georgia; her stepson, Elliot; and her husband, Robert Peyton.Eve blogs about the joys and struggles of living in post-Katrina New Orleans, the unique problems and delights of raising a child in such a diverse and challenging city – including her experiences with the public education system – and her always entertaining and extremely colorful family.Eve has won numerous writing awards, including the Pirates Alley Faulkner Society Gold Medal, the Society of Professional Journalists Mark of Excellence award for column-writing and Press Club of New Orleans awards for her Editor’s Note in New Orleans Homes & Lifestyles and for this blog, most recently winning the award for "Best Feature Affiliated Blog."She welcomes comments, advice, empty flattery, recipes, drink invitations and – most especially – grammatical or linguistic debates.

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