Things may have been a little less rage-y had my partner not hyped me up about taking me to Frenchmen Street to visit the jazz night clubs. He had been to New Orleans before, and was excited on this trip to show me around the famous strip of jazz clubs. My in-laws heartily agreed to our babysitting proposition, as they could spend some quality time with our daughter while we were out gallivanting. As the days went on, however, it became clear that my partner’s energy levels weren’t on-par with a late night out, so we continued to postpone our date night. “Tomorrow, for sure,” we’d say. That is, until we found ourselves on the last night of the trip 🙁 My partner had already reserved the night to go on a coworkers-only visit to—you guessed it—Frenchmen Street. Throughout the night he’d send me photos of the clubs he visited with kissy-face emojis. To top it off, my in-laws had gone to Harrah’s for a night of gambling, one of their favorite pastimes.