Tonight, we saw Wynton live in concert.
We were tired, annoyed at the college kids behind us texting and talking, and trying not to think about the practicing and studying we could've been doing, but it was definitely worth it...even if the look on Tom's face when he got to meet him was the greatest reward.
I promise I'm not making a gang sign with my hand. Or flipping you the bird. I was holding a glass of pink fox wine...and tried to take it out of the picture at the last moment so you wouldn't know I was sipping wine with Wynton. Apparently, I was a little to late.