New Orleans. One of my favorite places. We used to have a farm out of New Orleans. I just loved that place. Anyway, how does New Orleans tie into this post? I know you are wondering just that very thing!
So this week, I was visiting my oldest son. You saw his very clean desk. Well, look at this on top of his desk.
Yes, a hurricane glass from Pat O’Briens in New Orleans. Why does that make me smile, you ask? Should a mother smile at her son’s drinking? Does that make me a bad mother? Am I a bad influence on him? Do I have ANY influence on him??
Well, I guess I have SOME influence over him. Here we were in New Orleans this summer, having a great time! (2 of five boys, the ones over 21…oldest son on the right with the cap, next oldest the left.) Anyway, he carefully guarded that glass the rest of vacation. Considering the hubbub that was that entire trip, it’s a miracle the glass survived. Now it sits on his very clean desk. In his very clean and nicely decorated apartment. I think #2 son kept his glass too…I so should have kept mine. Though to be perfectly honesty here, I already have a few of them from other trips. 😉
