please slow down

Remember that time that I bought a house in Houston while I was in New Orleans for Jazz Fest?

That's how I feel about life right now. Just STOP. I cannot handle anything else. 

Let's review. 

A and our amazing realtor went house hunting on Wednesday. He liked a few, but didn't love anything. On Thursday they went back out and he found the one. The pictures online we SO bad (seriously - pay someone to do that!!), so I had him go back on Friday with my sister and to FaceTime me as he was going through it. 

I FaceTimed him from the courtyard at Brennan's - gotta do what you gotta do. 

The man has good taste - so of course I loved it! My sister gave her stamp of approval, so we put it an offer. (I signed the offer contract while at lunch in the Quarter.) We offered below asking. They countered and then A stood strong and countered back. Annnnd...we got it! I signed the final offer contract while we were at dinner at Muriel's. Maybe New Orleans food is my good luck charm?

We have the inspection on Thursday morning and I'm crossing my fingers and toes that the appraisal goes well. The inspection should bother me, but it's less than 5 years old so I'm not too worried about that. 

Yes - this was fast, we know. The area we want to be in (The Heights) is an INSANELY hot market right now. My sister lives right across from The Heights and her house got 4 offers on the very first day...and the one they went with was way above the asking price. I looked on HAR (a Houston real estate site, and a life saver) every day and consistently noticed houses that one day were active and the next were pending. So you HAVE to move fast. We do know for sure that this is the house for us - we love it. 

Enough about that - let's talk Jazz Fest now. 

I started the day with one too many French 75s at Pat O's. Hey, I was celebrating...

Did you think I was joking about the vodka in the breast milk bags?

Jazz Fest 2013? NO. Mud Fest 2013. IT WAS SO BAD. I fell and ruined my monogramed hat. I'm still so sad and upset. I think I listed to two Marc Broussard songs before leaving. Leaving...without my shoes. And without kisses from Adam. It was traumatic. Clearly I'm not over it.

Friday I night I maybe has a little bit too much to drink. I was drowning my sorrows...you would have too. Maybe I should try out for America's Next Top Model?

I started off with a Mint Julep on Saturday in honor of the derby. Too bad that shiz was disgusting. Maybe it's because I got it at Pat O's...I should probably stick to bloody's there.

And then I found Helene. So glad you could join me in your fave city!

Saturday night I was walking into The Beach and I had left my ID in the hotel. I had a fight with the door guy (I'm 25! I'm married!) but he wouldn't let me in. I may have called him a dumbass. I went back to the hotel to get my ID...but the bed looked super comfy. So I went to sleep. Best decision ever - those hooligans stayed out until five am and we all left at nine am. I WIN. 

So there you have it. My adventures in house buying and jazz festing. Now cross your fingers that everything goes well.