Well, I have taken a HUGE leap of faith and agreed to go to New Orleans on vacation to the Jazz Fest with the Postman. He was going alone, had the hotel reserved and after peppering me with details the city and the event, I gave in. I think it is going to be a LOT of fun.
Some of my friends and co-workers however are questioning my sanity. First, by going on vacation with a guy I've been dating just a short time. Second, that his is a guy I met ... online. Somehow traditionalists would have an easier time of it if this were a man I met at last call at the Parka. No bother, I'm going anyway.
I've been divorced for nearly 4 years now (hard to believe). And other than one weekend away with Machine Gun Man, I have never spent any protracted time with any of them. So an 8-day trip to one of the most romantic cities in the world is quite the flyer I'm taking. But with the Jazz Fest schedule hosting literally every musical artist I've ever wanted to see, I'm sure I can get lost in the crowd if the togetherness is too much. That plus beignettes and coffee at Du Monde every morning. And no open container laws.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
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