…and I’m not there! Mardi Gras time in the Big Easy and I’m not there this time around. I was a bit sulky this morning about it so Jason promised we’d have our own little party. Bring on the hurricanes…I’ve already bough the rum! I miss the city, but most of all I wish I could be there to spend time with my friends…those that are travelling and those that live there. I don’t get to see them enough, but when we do good times are guaranteed. Drunken phone calls will have to suffice this year!
The thing that has kept me from being too depressed is that I’m taking a mini trip to Vegas in TWO weeks to see, who else, Harry Connick Jr. Certainly not too shabby of a consolation prize. We were already planning on going to Vegas, so it was good timing on Harry’s part. It will also be lots of fun to check Vegas out. It’s only a 4 hour drive away and I’ve only gone twice in my life. Once with my folks (<sarcasm>the BEST way to experience Vegas</sarcasm>) and the other time for a conference. Loads of fun eh? Although I did get to see Penn and Teller the second time around and that was a great show! Beats David Copperfield any day. Don’t know if we’ll do anything else other than the concert, but it will be nice just to go somewhere with Jason. It will be our first road trip together.