Capt' Steve has a wide range of musical interests. A few years back it was the Celtic Women, whom we've also seen in concert. And now he's into Jam Bands. Who is this man that I married?!
Bibba and I were just along for the ride.
As we rolled into town I asked my brother what the first thing he wanted to do was. He said he wanted to go to Tropical Island on Bourbon Street and get a hand grenade. I laughed out loud because I thought, surely he's joking.
Stephen Grande looked at me and said "You laugh, but he's dead serious." And he was - serious. So that's what we (he) did. My early sentiments for the trip were more along the lines of a cup o' decaf and beignet. I guess that's the difference between age 24 and 29.
I only took phone photos. Carrying around my heavy camera was not happening.
I will hit the highs....
Stephen wore his Auburn visor and received at least 10 'War Eagles.' That never gets old.
Blue Moon is quite possibly my favorite beer.
We love raw oysters!
Men in Hawaiian shirts were all the rage.
I was so tempted to buy this shirt for all my college roommates.
Men + Sleeveless = Should never happen. No exceptions.
I talked him out of it.
The man in the tie die left me feeling ever more bewildered about the world I live in. Wow. You should have seen his dance moves. He was higher than a kite.
Umphrey's rocked it out. We all had a blast. Bibba and George were the perfect traveling companions.
After a pretty intense year and a half with a new business, new baby, and Stephen's major reconstructive hand surgery, it sure was nice to let loose for a few days. Thanks to my parents for keeping our babies. And to Bibba and George for being such fun travel companions.
I ended this adventure with a granola breakfast parfiat -which is always a good way to transition back into reality.
I seriously hope you all have a wonderful week.