Patricia Gannon: A Valentine to men

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Valentine’s Day is the perfect time to say I have always liked the company of men — for many reasons — not the least of which appear below:

Women drive cars and jump-start relationships. Men jump-start cars and always know their AC from their DC, although other relationships baffle them.

Women fix the lines in their faces and men fix power lines. Some even generate considerable personal wattage of their own.

Women wear belts, men wear tool belts. (Sorry, but a woman with a tool belt is another thing entirely.)

Women spend thousands of dollars to look seductive. All a man has to do is loosen his tie.

Women ask other women to go to the powder room with them. Men learn at an early age they don’t need any help. Women won’t go stag. Men learn at an early age this is the only way to go.

Women shop for a bargain and display it like a trophy. Men shop for women the same way.

A woman endures an uppity brat. A man silences with a single look that says one more peep and you’re history, kid. By the same token, a man can also undo years of careful child rearing in five minutes flat.

A woman talks about where she got her dress, a man talks about where he’s from. Women agonize over the possibility of other women wearing the same evening gown while men all wear the same tuxedo and couldn’t care less.

And finally, women drink cosmopolitans. That’s still reason enough right there to love the company of men.

Patricia Gannon covers society for The Acadiana Advocate. She can be reached at pgannon@cmaildrop.com or at pgannon@theadvocate.com.

Brigands rules the Heymann

Capitaine, Capitaine, voyage ton flag — the men of Les Brigands de Lafitte sailed the society high seas at the Heymann Center, beginning with the traditional women’s pre-party party. One of the most coveted balls in Lafayette, the female guests gathered in advance to rush for seating. “This krewe is the most fun, and the most unorganized,” said Susie Reagan, guarding her table. “These women are like vultures — they’ll take your chairs.” While it seems the real brigands are the women, the male pirates remained masked and sequestered backstage, and enjoying some pre-tableau champagne were publisher Cherry Fisher May, Patricia Foster, beautiful lady-in-red Elizabeth Bernard, and floor captains Richard Domingue, Peter Piccione, Richard Foard and Blaine Goodrich. What we loved: Pamela Stroup’s teal fur and matching gown, Susan Moncrieff’s new auburn tresses and, as always, the Foard men.

Hilliard honors local alums

The University of Louisiana at Lafayette welcomed one of its own with a cocktail reception and exhibition at the Paul and Lulu Hilliard Art Museum. The homage was directed at Dickie Landry, whose photographic retrospective “Dickie Landry’s New York: 1969-1979” featured many from his early years. A prominent musician, Landry’s photographs are less widely known. “We’re honoring him and Keith Sonnier with our College of the Arts lifetime achievement award,” said Dean of the Arts Gordon Brooks. “It’s given to all the luminaries that are our alums. This show is all part of that.” Showing well also that evening were the River Oaks hors d’oeuvres, John and Yvette Landry, Jim Phillips, photographer extraordinaire Philip Gould, local art legend Francis Pavy, bosom buddies Donald “Al Dox” Alexander and Rocky Perkins, a sparkling Nanette Heggie and museum director Lance Harris, who could charm the paintings right off the walls.