I spent 3 1/2 glorious days in my new favorite city – New Orleans. This is a post about just one of them.
I went to NOLA once before years and years ago. It was the millennium and everyone was too afraid of the pending Y2K apocalypse to do anything super exciting (like, LEAVE THE HOUSE). Let’s put it this way, I remember seeing the Ponchartrain and the inside of a house party. And, really – if we were all going to die in a Y2k explosion, why the hell weren’t we partying like crazy and having fun and being the last people to see Jackson Square? Lame.
This trip was anything but lame. And, yes – it has everything to do with my sweet boyfriend (“darlin’ man” – you remember from other posts) proposing to me within hours of arriving. Everything was tinged a bit sweeter with that development, I will say. That city is just vibrating and brimming with excitement and possibilities. Getting engaged, starting a whole new life with someone you love like crazy is possibly the most exciting thing I have ever experienced – so appropriate that it happened there. It was awesome. (I am totally resisting the urge to put about 100 exclamation points right HERE)
Thanksgiving day (the day after the proposal) we got up at the crack of dawn (literally) and went down to have breakfast at Cafe du Monde.
We made all the phone calls to our family and close friends to tell them the happy news. We walked around a still waking, French Quarter. Picked up the spiciest Bloody Mary I have ever tried to drink at a hotel, and just walked down the street with it. Just like that! Walked down the street with a Bloody Mary! I love NO. Note: do not tell the NOLA bartenders that you would like it mild. They make it hotter. DOH!
I loved that guy above.
Later that afternoon we took a nap, changed and went to watch the Longhorns actually win a game. Then..THEN… THE BOUNCE.
That was about the most fun I have ever had in my entire life. All these people get together and dance their asses off… Literally. The dudes are incredible. The women are absolutely amazing. They are so athletic, it is crazy. There were impersonators. I got dragged out to the dance floor TWICE to shake, shake, shake by one of the leader guys..
And, no – I can’t do that shake-y shake-y thing AT ALL (too white). It is pathetic how little coordination I have. Why God, why couldn’t I be graced with just a little of that.. THAT??
When we left, we got po’ boys and humongous beers at a gas station for our walk back to The Frenchman.
God, I love that place and I love those people.
I think that was probably the best day of my life.
So, see – “Darlin” it doesn’t take much. Just lots of booty shakin’, a new sparkly ring, and the finest food to make me happy!
You can see more pictures of our trip in the slideshow below: