Last night a good friend was having a throw down birthday party and the neighborhood was having its annual event at the Pitot House (Voodoo on the Bayou) and we could not find a babysitter to save our life because every teenager in this city has a Halloween commitment or is at Voodoo Fest, so we opted for the friend’s party that started early and to bring Tin.
Well whatyougonnado? When I tell you that my friends had put up a stage, got a DJ spinning records near and dear to my heart, and had food, people, and ambience galore, and I was chomping at the bit to be out there dancing free, but instead was entertaining Tin in the camper, in the drum room, in all the places I didn’t want to be but I took solace in this glaring fact – I have in my 52 years danced, I have partied, I have mingled, I have had cocktails, I have had party food, and now I have a toddler.
It is what it is, and we are loving where we are even if we have the these moments where we want to let our hair down and be carefree.
All three of you look wonderful!