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[in_stead]

I hate the way the weekend slips away from me. Every bloody week, Monday rolls around and I wake up expecting it to be Sunday and I haven't gotten anything accomplished.

The parents in New Orleans for the week. I told them to bring me back a trumpet player. *g*

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[gryffie.livejournal.com]

OMG! Until when? Tell them not to go to Bourbon St or Copeland's!

And of course, give them my number in case they get lost. Why didn't you come along?

[in-stead.livejournal.com]

They're there until Thursday evening -- my mother co-authored a paper that got accepted at a conference down there and my dad just went along for the ride. Sadly, I had to work, or I would have been there with bells on. The last and only time I was in New Orleans, I was too young to fully appreciate the place. My big memory of the city is a man making balloon animals on a sidewalk. *g*