Sometimes ya just need a Saturday morning. I slept in til 8, which so nice. A little planning on my school loan with Conrad, as well as musical 
introductions (he sent Nick Cave and I sent….Twenty-One Pilots), then I started my day.
I have twenty-ish days to get things moved… since we’re heading to New Orleans. HOW will I accomplish this? I have stairs, heavy stuff and no truck, but I have options.
Got Lizzie loaded up…several times. She’s doing better, but there are still hiccups here and there. Soon it was time to get showered and ready for the Quinceanera. I drove the bus, I need to get 500 miles on her quickly, before Hip-nic. I do love driving her…need new 
speakers though. Music is a MUST.
The event was breathtaking and I very much appreciate the cultural aspect. It did remind me a little bit of the debutante tradition I partially took part in until my dad took it away for me (to be fair, I did get in a lot of legal trouble). While I love me a good waltz, I think I prefer quinces.
As a Dama, Maggie looked so beautiful, they all did. Emma was absolutely stunning. Again, I felt tears welling in my eyes. I have no idea what I will do at her eighth-grade graduation, at her high school graduation, college, marriage, childbirth. 
Jesus. I’m already feeling dehydrated. I LOVED the Mariachis! After they were finished, the dance floor was opened up to everyone, and though I was itching to get out there and get down, I’m not sure Mags would have appreciated it, so I left. Lots to do tomorrow, early to bed.
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