I could write about New Orleans for the rest of this blog but.... I've got quite a few more unbelievable dates and male encounters to share in Europe, Arabian clubs, and breweries... Here is the finale of my 3 week Nola venture with two broken toes.Since I've always referred to New Orleans as one of my homes, I strive to avoid the cliches. Only drinking at the postcard bars, getting wasted on Bourbon, and only coming in town for Mardi Gras. Well, I definitely broke one of these this night. Live music to me will always make a city. That was one thing I enjoyed about Charleston, even though some of the genres of music weren't necessarily my cup of tea, add a little whiskey or cocoa tequila, and any cup of tea could be worth sipping. ;) I signed up to volunteer at the voodoo Fest and made a friend there that hooked me up with another connection to music. Not only could I enjoy seeing Bring Me The Horizon, Brandi Carlile, Moon Taxi, and post Malone for free, but she offered me an opportunity to see Five Seconds of Summer and Chainsmokers where the Hornets play. I'm not particularly a fan of the Pelicans but it's across from the Superdome and I've always wanted to see those smoke in the hot for Australians play! I know some people classify them as like a teeny bop bands, but I think they're great! Although I try to dislike Chainsmokers and some of their mixes, some of the words kind of get to me. One song I grew appreciation for when I went to Europe, 2 months after the concert let's take away. "Your heart for take away." Instead of to go since that's a common English and Irish term. My favorite, twisted line is: " Before I love you, I'm going to leave you. Before you're someone I leave behind I'll break your heart so you won't break mine." After Day 3 of Voodoo, I met up with my cousin who is a flight attendant and is based out of Miami! We had no clue either of us were in town! Well, with a little faith, trust, and cajun dust, we ventured to Bourbon St. Beads flying in the air, hand grenades discarded near the gutter, and music filling the streets... this was Bourbon. I'll be damned if I didn't make friends with every doorman on the street and I was DD! The bachelor parties were going strong and we managed to pick up a light-up tambourine on the way of our self-directed tour. No phone numbers, no drama, just dancing in the street in good ole New Orleanssssss Harmless, but hoppy conversation 3 weeks is a long time when you're not working and don't have anyone to hang out with. Most of my cousins were occupied, aunts and uncles had their own schedules and lives, and it's not like I'm going to sit on my phone the whole time I'm in my favorite city. So, I researched some bars with great happy hours that I would enjoy going to and made my way to Uptown New Orleans. I parallel parked on Canal Street (thank you home days for making that skill a reality) and took the streetcar, which made me totally feel like a local, and I made my way to frose'. Okay, I actually had two, but I thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere of the wooden bar, the vanity lights oh, the cute manager that kept passing by because it was his job, and the accent of course. I wrote in my journal and created poetry about the atmosphere of this quaint bar. The bartender intervened for casual conversation and then I closed my tab and proceeded to a tight little bar off of Oak Street.
The wine and beer house was not exactly a great kept secret since most of the seats at the bar and on the patio were taken. I perched up next to very attractive brunette bluechew a hockey game on the screen directly in front of him, slanted down for his vision. After ordering a delightful sour beer, I glanced at the screen and noticed it was the Dallas Stars thing. "Dallas huh?" I started. "Yeah, I'm from there," he replied. "No way," I exclaimed! Instantly our conversation ignited. He was from Coppell which is five cities over from where I grew up. The competition was just deep, engaging, and pleasant conversation. He later revealed he had a girlfriend that he met LSU and is living with now here in New Orleans. Thigh is what you think my response would have been, but I wasn't really face. Sure, he was cute, but that didn't belittle the conversation we had. An interesting night where again I close the bars and then made my way back on the streetcar with my Hopalong boot.
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