N'awlin's, Baby, N'awlin's.

It started with food.

It ended with food.

We went down to New Orleans this past weekend. We were LONG overdue for a visit with friends.

We left late Thursday afternoon and got in late Thursday night.

On Friday, we mostly shopped and then went to visit our friend, R, who used to be our old next door neighbor. They've known LOML since she was born and we're practically family. We all liked each other so much, we let them buy our house when we moved! LOL!

Anyway, mom and LOML left me at R's house for us to have a girls night out.

I got home after 3:30 a.m.

Let's just say it's been a while since I've been up AND out that late.

I had so much fun.

We decided to eat Thai food to start off the evening. Below is a pic of what was left on my plate as well as the pot that held our coconut soup. Yummmmmmmm.......




We decided at that time to head downtown for a couple of drinks. Here's a shot of Bourbon St. What's really funny is that club you see in the background?

Yeah, that's where I met my ex-husband. And it's where I met the male stripper. And it's where I danced on stage. I have many a memory of that club.




We decided to skip Bourbon and went down to Frenchman's St instead. We knew of a little bar there that we had been to a couple of years earlier and wanted to go back. After we parked the car on the street about 2 blocks from the bar (y'all, this is an impossible task.....but somehow, R has the BEST luck getting parking spots), we started walking to the bar and stopped to listen to a brass band just playing on the sidewalk.

Here's a short vid of them playing. Plus a random drunk guy. This is why I heart New Orleans. Where else can you go that has a brass band playing in random spots throughout the city?

Once we got to the bar, I decided to do a shot AND a shout out to my girl Jess who guest posted for me on Friday.

Here's to you, Jess.

The bartender was so intrigued with our notes and picture taking, she decided to get in on the action and volunteered to take a pic of R and I at the bar. I love the mural behind us. Turns out it was Reggae night and they had a live band that was FANTASTIC!

Oh, Jess. You knew I couldn't leave it alone. And just to add to the fun, some bitch outside the potty decided to start banging on the door while I was peeing. Granted, I HAD been in there a long time writing on the wall and taking pics. But still, c'mon. Give a girl time to send a public message to her girl in Savannah.

I walked out of the bathroom and got right up in her face and said, "You're welcome bitch for me cleaning the toilet after someone pissed all over it" and walked away.

I figured that was a better story than telling them that I was in there for so long writing on walls and taking pics.

And yeah, I called her a bitch. But she started it. I swear.

Next stop.....Harrah's.

Don't ask. I won't tell. Let's just put it this way, I got my drunk on and there was money involved but how much, I won't say.

I will say this, though. I am a bad luck charm in casino's. Just ask my mom, Barbara and R. They can all attest that while I'm hanging out with them when they're gambling, they lose. As soon as I walk away, they start winning.

It's a gift, I tell you. A gift.

We ended the night at my favorite place in the whole world. Cafe du Monde

In your face, Jess!

Love ya!

A good night was had by all.

R, I'll be back in May. Save some room for beignets.

The rest of the weekend was uneventful but fun.

I sure was glad to be home though. As much as I love New Orleans, I'm still glad we moved. Too much city was starting to grate on my nerves.

How was your weekend?

Later,

Mama Dawg