Last Thursday the hubby got to spend his 36th birthday driving a rental truck full of jazz band equipment down to Savannah, Georgia for a gig. He might be mad at me for sharing his actual age, because for some odd reason he thinks he's old. I mean, obviously, he's such an old geezer, right?
It's amazing he can still find his pants.
Anyways, his Army jazz band was performing in this:
So our younger three kids and I went down to watch their performance on Saturday. (Ryan was at a campout, and what happened with that will get its own post later.) The concert was fun, and the hubby did great on his solo, which I'll link a video of at the end of this post.
I absolutely love Savannah, and can't wait to go back for a proper visit with my camera. The concert was in famed Forsyth Park, in the historic district, which is just amazing. Everything seems photogenic, and the entire place just drips with history.
Afterwards, we grabbed a quick bite to eat and then drove the long drive home. It was a long day, but I'm glad we went.
As promised, in case you haven't watched it yet after I plastered it on Facebook and Twitter, the song the jazz band did that features the hubby: