Bourbon St., My Best Friend Jack & Prom

Just a well thought out decision to cut the sarcasm and verbal diarrhea to an occassional thing rather than “homework”.

Narm, the White-Collar Redneck, so eloquently bottled the essence when he said that when it becomes homework, it just ain’t fun anymore.

Work has kicked me in the butt.  It seems like I’m traveling around more than I’m home lately.  Not that I’m complaining.  I love the big bathtubs and fluffy hotel pillows.

My latest escaped was to New Orleans.  Yay, New Orleans.  My second favorite place to party in the world…  right behind Vegas.

Big T met me in Birmingham and we took a little roadtrip.  Pleasure mixed in with business.

I think it’s the fact that the place is below sea level that contributed to the fact that the first night out on Bourbon St.  I got tanked after only a handful of beer.  But, I blended in with all the other drunk monkeys.

Highlights of the trip..

5-Star Dinner at Arnaud’s.

Sang in yet another karaoke bar.  The Saloon.

We watched the riverboats.

And saw the most amazing band (just can’t recall their name, oops).

Next stop was Lynchburg, Tennessee.  Home of MY BEST FRIEND JACK.

They don’t allow pictures on the property.  Which I understand.

God forbid I come home and try to make my own sugar maple barrels and age my own special whiskey.

Lastly, Miss A is all growed up folks.

She attended her prom this past Saturday.  She looked like a princess.

Woo! Graduation in 2 weeks.  Go, Miss A!