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This past weekend my friend, her sister and friends, and our moms took a girls trip to New Orleans. My friend and I rode with her sister and her friends to New Orleans. On the way to the hotel we shopped at a few stores, stopped at a coffee shop, and took photos. Finally, we arrived at the hotel, checked in to our room, and rushed to get ready in time for dinner. We walked to dinner and were so excited for what was to come.

After dinner, my friends and I hurried into an Uber and made our way to the Joy Theater in New Orleans. We stepped out of the car to have the bright neon sign greet us. After getting through security, we made our way to the general admission area. We pushed through the crowd to get to the front row! After waiting almost an hour, the band Milky Chance finally made their appearance on stage. The concert was amazing and it was the first time I had ever been that close to the stage.

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  1. Austin SJanuary 22, 2018 at 7:34 PM

    WOOOHOOO!!! Girls trip! I enjoyed reading about you trip to New Orleans and the vivid details you used to describe your night. Sounds like you had a swell time.

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