Ode to NOLA

Last week my friend Crystal and I went to see Harrick Connick Jr. in concert at a local outdoor ampitheatre Wolf Trap.

It was a gorgeous coolish summer evening (ok it rained a bit, but we had seats under the pavilion so blah)

It was ever soo much fun, I of course obessed over the locations of the bathrooms, and had a stuffed up nose. But if one loves Jazz and or Harry Connick Jr. it was a divine evening.

It felt nice to have some "grown up fun" even if I could not partake of the open bar at the celebration before hand.

And I felt no guilt over exploiting my pregnant status to jump the queue for the hopper.

I have no shame...