I've known New Orleans my whole life. My parents were born and raised and I spent every summer from birth through college. It's my favorite city on the planet even though I've been to easily 130 cities. Probably 70 of those were in Texas... No joke. Well I didn't usually play tourist when I was there because we were too busy doing family things: frequenting festivals, watching my mawmaw's concerts at the New Orleans Civic Orchestra, going to cabbageball games (in which my sister and I actually joined a league one summer), and throwing the best seafood boils you've ever had. Sidebar: cabbage ball is like softball but with a much bigger and softer ball. I'm sure you can guess from the name, it is the size of a Cabbage. So you really just need a bat and some friends to play- no glove required Needless to say, I didn't really focus on the party life in New Orleans. God knows it has quite the nightlife and live music anywhere in the city. My family is very unique and so I tend to not bring friends when I go in town because it's just too much of a hassle and other things I'd rather not get into. Everyone's got their family drama and trust me mine would probably be a soap opera with extra bubbles. Well, it's not every day one of your best friends turns 30..... we did the damn thing and hopped in the car for a quick 3 hour commute to celebrate in the real city that never sleeps. I never understood how New York earned that name when their bars close at 2. Isn't that an oxymoron? Having a closing time implies that your city sleeps. On our trip to New Orleans, just the first night, we didn't get into an Uber until 5. Yes, am. When it's your first trip to New Orleans, you have to knock Bourbon Street off your checklist. If not, it's like going to New York without hitting Time Square or riding on a subway. Are you really getting The Full Experience? I never said it was going to be a classy or sanitary experience, but an experience with a story. And that's exactly what you're about to get. Titties and beads were flying amok and inebriation was this year's hottest trend. Channing Tatum's bar caught our eye and we filed in. There was usual bar decor, like a stripper pole in the back room and felt on the walls and ceilings. I ordered ONE SHOT and was charged a tip without my consent. I’m actually a great tipper and would’ve tipped more than 18%, but not when you force it upon me. Disgruntled, I walked outside to take a picture of the receipt, another bouncer at Saints and Sinners bribed me with $20 to NOT write a review. The more and more places my best friend and I ventured into, the more the appeal for New Orleans left her. At the last bar we spent the mornings of the hour in, they were having karaoke on the main stage. While dancing to the poorly song Bruno Mars or Destiny's Child song, 3 Guys almost in rotation, approached my best friend to dance with her. Pray for Us.The first one, front straw, but no drinks and she blew his house down. The second one was made of sticks. Seemingly strong with his muscular build, his ego certainly got in the way. So she dusted him off as well. Third one of bricks was from Canada. Strong and persistence and eagerly desire to dance with the blond American. After a couple of songs, team entered to brunette best friend. In that instant, the man with sticks blurted, "how did he get to dance with both of them?" Smiling it off, the Canadian continued to dance with both girls. Is a clock stroke for, the blonde decided it was time to go and offered her social media address. Now, she said don't take it if you don't want it. Glancing at her eyes and then adverting them, he said, I appreciate your honesty. On that note he walked away. Well, I don't know about you, but I feel a signature drink is the only suitable dessert for this series of 3 little burbons... Although, me being green with envy about the 3 guys showing my bestie attention, would illustrate the melon liqour perfectly-- it just wasn't true. I was in my city, not showing my titty. Lol So instead of some powdered wonderland donut, I give you the hand granade!
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