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.
Sin city.
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.
aw, I love the Celtic Women (my husband not so much). How nice for you to get away! I'm not even tempted by those car bombs (holy cow) but would have loved a beignet with you. . .
ReplyDeleteYay for trips away! I think we will follow suit asap.
ReplyDeleteI love that your brother was serious about the hand grenade. And thank you, Capt Steve, for leaving the sleeveless behind. My confidence in you remains.
That picture of the raw oysters made my mouth water! How nice to get away like that!
ReplyDeleteI agree - no tanktop shirts on men - ever. What a great trip.
ReplyDeleteI was waiting - with anticipation -for photos. Looks like a great trip.
ReplyDeleteDude, who doesn't love Blue Moon?! The orange makes it a legit serving of fruit. ;)
ReplyDeleteUmphrey's is not obscure in Chicago!! Now just wait til your husband starts following around Phish. Oh boy.
I'm sitting right beside you in the Blue Moon boat! Yum. Glad yall had such a fun little adventure! New Orleans is such a cool city. Thanks for documenting for us!
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I feel like I won't have truly lived until I visit the Big Easy with a Gillespie. What fun! I will take that Blue Moon and the tshirt right now, please. Stephen's music taste always entertains -- "Blackberry Blossom" was another favorite tune of his, I recall. Hope the adjustment to reality hasn't been too brutal!
ReplyDeleteSo fun!!! What a fantastic little trip. So glad you got a getaway!
ReplyDeleteIf your pink stripped shirt is from Gap I totally just bought the same one!
Cereal Killer. love it!
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