My Dad and Laura arrange a trip every year to the SEC tournament. It’s normally in Nashville or Atlanta, but this year was New Orleans. To make it an even better trip, my sister and her husband came too (they only randomly attend). We spent most of our days at the arena, but we managed breakfast out every morning – including meeting up with an old friend, Krista, who just happened to be in town for a wedding.
*For those curious about the flight home – I got my drugs and flew in peace (and Wade did too).