I put a passed-out Claire into my mother-in-law's bed at 6pm on Saturday after a full day of swimming and jumping and climbing. (I generally forget she's white until she turns red. It's the cutest thing.) Then Dale and I went back to the Rio for the night. I ate a slice of gourmet pizza and we went up to the Voodoo Lounge for a drink. It was late-ish and the sun was setting, view was beautiful and perfect. The dj was playing 90's and 2000's rap so we danced outside, it wasn't even too hot. I swear I live in the greatest city in the world. So we stayed up late and slept in the next morning.
In separate beds again, naturally. Better get home before I get used to it.