Seriously. There’s so much. I have two amazing nights to tell you about. I’ve written notes, and I’ll post soon, but it’s late and I have to work tomorrow, so the full posts will have to wait. I’ve had three hurricanes and a lot of water, and I can barely finish a sentence without running to the bathroom. (Hurricanes are good.) Let’s just say that I am one degree (or is it two? I haven’t figured that out) from Harry Connick, Jr, via three or four people now, not just one. I’ll figure out a way to turn this into an introduction somehow or another. I love music. I love musicians. I love jazz. I love music, and I love Harry Connick, Jr. 🙂
There’s a train going by my hotel. Loud. Provides character.