For Valentine's Day, I received tickets to attend tonight's performance of this 60's Musical. I anticipated something on the lines of Hairspray with uncomfortable moments of actors trying to pull people out of their seats to dance. I was right, but we weren't uncomfortable. The show was delightful! The talented cast led us on a journey through the female artists of the decade from bubble-gum, toe tappers like My Boyfriend's Back and Sweet Talkin' Guy to Janis Joplin's Piece of My Heart.
Tonight, my Valentine suffered through an eggplant mishap at one of my favorite vegetarian joints and then sat through two hours of a musical.
You Don't Have To Say You Love Me.

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I wanted to see live coverage of the French Quarter. 

I know that even if I lived in NOLA again, I wouldn't be down in that frenzy, but, by God, if I didn't want to be in that number in some way, with cousins or aunts in a neighborhood bar, cheering for our team. 

I wonder if NOPD will start enforcing curfew at midnight like they do for Mardi Gras.

I wonder if they even can. 

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