i have to say that a good, wild time was had by all in new orleans. we spent some time on bourbon street, walking aimlessly and freezingly around the quarter, and also swung up to the garden district. a testament to my settled-down-i-ness, or maybe just my swankiness (let's vote for the latter): i loved the uptown nightlife much more than the bourbon street circus.
a smattering of nawLINS pictures:
and that's all. and no, i didn't sleep much. lessons learned: a 30 hour weekend can be well spent in new orleans, and powdered sugar and drunkenness do not mix. well, technically, they do mix. and technically, it's pretty tasty and fun. (and profitable for the dry cleaner.)
Red Glow Really Fucking Exhausted My Flight Is In 5 Hours Julia, at a bar in uptown.
huge. ass. beers.
beautiful cathedral, amazing statue, freaky shadows.
a real alley! with a real stone pavement!
that drink cost 7 fucking dollars and 50 fucking cents.
cafe du monde.
drunk powdered sugar julia.
that one street.
oh, i love the night life.
city lights.
my friends. we felt like we were holding Party Pete (second from left. you know, the one with two drinks) back.
yup. good times.
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