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.
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.