I’m watching a performance in Nauvoo of some dancers and fabulous musicians in a lovely setting under the stars and mosquitos. The fiddlers are playing far more fabulous than my presently retired self, so in an effort to not feel so old and mom-ish, I’m blogging a picture of the event. Because the loud announcer man said pictures were prohibited by law.

Take that, maturity!

(Yes, I know its completely unrecognizable, but don’t go harshing my buzz. I feel awesome. And about 10.)