A few of my girlfriends and I went to the Arboretum to hear a great swing band last night (Tuxedo Junction). The male singer sounded like Michael Buble's brother (he was phenomenal) and the fact that he busted out a little Harry Connick, Jr. was even better. I love me some Harry Connick, Jr. Not necessarily the man, although from everything that I have heard on Access Hollywood, or seen in People (my go-to, hard-hitting news shows), he seems like a nice enough guy, but the voice is what I am refering too. I have an affection for his music since high school. When everyone else was jammin' to Tone Loc, the B-52s, or Paula Abdul (before she went crazy...by the way, did I just date myself or what?) I was swaying and toe-tapping to Harry. When Harry Met Sally (which is still one of my favorite movies) came out, I immediately snatched up the cassette (for those of you who don't know what a cassette is, get off my blog & go watch High School Musical 3) and listened to it until my ears bled. There is something about that old big band music and a mellow voice singing about love that beats out any song about drinkin', cheatin' and poppin' a cap in someone's derrier, or is it just me? Here are a few pics:
Our spread...delish!
The singer...he was fantastic!
Halloween treats for my sweets!
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The kiddo's Grammy sent them this for Halloween. We don't do scary Halloween, so these little outfits were perfect. C. is getting a Halloween tutu ( I will post this later & let you know how it turned out) and big ol' bow in her hair with her outfit. We have no idea what E. will be, and W. will wear his I love my mummy" shirt for the big day.
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