Alright guys, let me warn you that you won’t be seeing a Café du Monde beignet in this post, but instead you’ll see a beignet infinitely more delicious. Truth is, this isn’t my first rendezvous with New Orleans – it’s more like my 9th or 10th- because my sister went to college down in the Big Easy. Now, my very own best friend, Biermann, lives down there teaching at a magnet school because she’s an angel. On top of that, my sister’s very own best friend, the wonderful Sarena, lives there too. What a magical place.
I opted for more of a local experience since I’ve done a lot of the big touristy things in down in the Chocolate City. Well, really this is just my approach to most traveling… not sure if it’s because I’m lazy or just really laidback. Usually if there’s something super touristy I wanted to do – like buying a muffuletta from Central Grocery to eat and one to bring home to my sister then wandering around the quarter alone – I just wake up early and git 2 it myself.
Wandering alone in a city other than your own is usually a very exhilarating experience. I dig it and recommend it.
If you haven’t been to NOLA please get on it. There is no other city in the United States quite like New Orleans. It’s a vibrant city with a unique culture that buzzes with music and pops of culture while never letting down your taste buds, but your liver probably doesn’t feel the same way. New Orleans gives you such warm feeling whenever you’re there that is so comforting. Then again, that could just be the stick icky humid weather. If you’re into music, food, GHOSTS, open container laws errr I mean drinking, architecture, or history then the Big Easy should be your next destination. Liiiiike you’ve got to be into one of those.
But the best part about New Orleans is that no one really gives a shit about what you’re up to. Many moons ago this beautiful city showed me that not everyone is judging me for my weight or the way I dress. Could be because everyone I was surrounded by was constantly drunk, but either way this place is so laidback. You can be you and people will celebrate it. So get on to celebrating your jazzy-ass self while you sip some Abita and pop the head off a crawfish.
Also, if you were wondering I didn’t show my boobs on Bourbon St, but I got a guy to show us his on Frenchmen Street. Ballin.
Do yourself a favor and get down to New Orleans! If you can’t handle the heat then avoid it in the summer though, but that leaves the rest of the year to party and eat like it’s 1999.