An amazing New Orleans girls weekend in a nutshell:
Spandex catsuit: CHECK.
Whistles/straws in the shape of male anatomy: CHECK.
Puff-painted koozies: CHECK.
The ability to start a dance party that transcends age, race, sexual orientation and levels of public intoxication: YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
This past weekend in New Orleans was a definite memory-maker, spent celebrating friendship and brass band interpretations of Cee Lo Green.
Here’s what we crammed into a long weekend:
Hurricanes and “Piano Man” at Pat O’Brien’s.
Riding a mechanical whale at a nightclub on Bourbon Street (after plenty of frozen daiquiris of various flavors and bottom shelf alcohol content.)
A streetcar ride past the mansions in the Garden District.
Dressing up for the Krewe du Vieux parade, which included Sarah Palin and sperm themed floats aplenty.
Starting a “love train” at one club and continually running into two bachelor parties.
Brunch (say yes to a double mimosa and BBQ shrimp and grits) at The Ruby Slipper.
Swamp touring and learning a bit about the land from witty Capt. John Royen.
Beignets and coffee from Cafe du Monde.
Hitting up Frenchmen Street and dancing on stage at The Blue Nile.
New Orleans was a nonstop adventure experienced with women I’m happy to have known for (ohmygosh) the past decade.