Back at It

This weekend was Morgan’s make up Tampa show. I flew to Florida after work, met my friend Jenny at the airport, and Friday night we were listening to Nate, Cole, and Morgan. We spent so much money getting to Tampa not once but twice that I refused to miss an opening act. 

By the look of empty seats, nobody else seemed to care. And, yes, we dressed alike. It wasn’t on purpose but our carry-on bags didn’t hold any other options. 

A sprinkling of rain didn’t stop us from the fun - just stopped our good hair day. We stayed up late, slept in, and ate great food. Where has the Cuban sandwich been all my life?

We somehow timed our visit the weekend in between two hurricanes. How did we get so lucky?