Did y’all know that dressing like a banana makes you have to pee? And other shit you don’t care about.
What a weekend!
Mommy and daddy escaped to New Orleans for two nights, sans the member of our family that still shits his pants.
Have I ever told you guys how much I love New Orleans?
And not just because there are grown men wearing super cool red sequin blouses.
And also not because there are grown men dressed up as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.
I love the culture, the history, the people, the music, the food, the vibe.
ESPECIALLY THE VIBE!
I could not wipe this shit eating grin off my face all weekend. I also couldn’t hold the camera straight to actually fit my biggish head in any of the pictures. I blame the booze. Always.
We caught two incredible nights of Widespread Panic.
The crowd was full of awesome, as usual.
Normally, we would have stayed for the Halloween show. But, we decided to be all responsible and caring and shit and made it back to take our T-Rex trick or treating.
So much fun!
Like most normal people, I dressed up as a banana.
And oh my god it was hot and sweaty and and I totally had to pee.
Thank god this poor kid has one normal parent.
Now I am off to lick my too much partying for my old ass wounds.
Mama can’t hang like she used to, but I’m pretty sure she’ll keep trying.