This past weekend, we went to Jazz Fest in New Orleans.

yes, I know if you read this blog, you’re probably sick and tired of hearing about New Orleans, but I honestly really love that city.  And I only have a few more posts from the past couple of trips, but, I already have another one planned, so.  I guess, I’m sorry.

The main reason we went down this weekend was to see Bruce Springsteen.  He is my most favorite artist of all time, and I have never seen him live.  It was absolutely incredible.  It was hot and crowded, but there was an awesome breeze, and we did end up getting a pretty ok spot.  Toward the very very back.  But it was so worth it.  I can’t even explain to you the excitement as I heard him start to play.  It was absolutely incredible.  But there were too many pictures to put in one post, so I’m gonna break it up.

Here’s a few from the first couple of hours of the fest…  the hours before Springsteen and before my life was changed.

Seriously, I’m going again next year.  Can’t wait to show you the rest!

Happy Cinco de Mayo everyone!

I hope everyone has eaten a ton of tacos and had a margarita or two.  I know I most certainly have. 

But that is not what I’m going to talk about today.  And since the cat is out of bag (meaning, my dad knows), I feel it is safe to share for everyone.

Two weekends ago when I was in New Orleans for the wedding (that I didn’t go to), I decided that I needed a tattoo.  I have wanted one for awhile, and you remember back on my 30 on 30 for New Orleans, my number one item was to get the tattoo.

Now I have changed my mind several times on what I’ve wanted.  But I settled for an arrow on my wrist.  Why, Laura, in the world would you want an arrow?  

Here ya go:

There have been some really crappy happenings in my life in 2014, and I feel like this matched perfectly for what I wanted and what I was feeling. It may not be perfect, but it’s something I don’t regret, and it will always remind me to look forward.  

I know some people aren’t down with the tattoos, and frankly now, to not have one, is to be different.  But hey, it’s something I’ve scratched off my bucket list, and well, you only live once, what’s one tattoo?

I got it done at Electric Ladyland on Frenchman Street done by the artist Marc.  He was sweet and gentle, with it being my first one.  It is small and took less than five minutes.  It was more painful the next day than it was while getting it.

The thing is almost completely healed now.  Two weeks later.

And I still love it.