It was a great weekend. I know that because this morning I feel like I've been dragged through a knothole. I can't remember feeling this bad when I drank! I've never been this sore from going to
Walmart, Prince!
Curbside poet? The kids got excited at the beginning of the Mraz concert because they thought it was a white rapper. We made it through a couple of songs before DW and DD wanted to bale. DS would have stayed. He asked if Mraz had a CD and I told him that he must since there was a girl ahead of us that knew the words to his song. We chose to party at Margaritaville till the wee hours with a live oldies band.
Remember the Star Trek episode where there was this thing so ugly, that if you saw it you would go insane? Well that was my Mardi Gras pimp hat!

Thank God that I'm color blind.
Jess, I have to tell ya'll about the trip. What with the spa treatment (still have blisters on my neck from the hot stones!), the gourmet dinner (shrimp, crab, duck, lobster, filet, buffalo, and moose or is that mousse?) and the sweet suite... but I have to pack for the week at HI Busch Gardens. I might attempt suicide by Sheikra!
