I hope this blog post finds you well.
It's been awhile, and with good reason. We'll get there. I want to write about so many things, but don't want to have a TLDR blog, so I'm probably going to leave out a lot of things...if you have any questions, feel free to ask! I'm available by internet only. I'm going to start where I left off-in Jessup, Maryland. Here is Brynne, somewhere in Maryland, about to chow down on some fruit.
This was....Sunday morning. We left Adunola's and drove 9-ish hours to Louisville, Kentucky. Along the way, we saw lots of western Maryland, lots of West Virginia, and lots of Kentucky. It all looks the same. We counted roadkill throughout West Virginia. Here is what the list looks like.
We arrived in Louisville around 7:30 and found Nick! We toured his house, which is perfect, and then went to a bar to enjoy delicious burgers and beer. Nick was very hospitable and perfect (as always), and it was great to see him (if only for a short amount of time). He assured Brynne that she does NOT look 30, taught us how to properly say Louisville- Loo (English bathroom)-UH (not AH)-Vull (Pull with a V), and I scratched one of his records because I'm an idiot and don't know how records work. Can't work an ipod, can't work a record player. Tapes have always confused me too-rewinding is so hard. CDs for life baby!
Here is what me and Nick look like
We left early the next day and were able to drive around the University of Louisville because I had to detour around a road...nice campus; I love big southern schools. In a past life I believe I was a Sorority Queen at a huge old southern university winning relay races and working kissing booths for charity. I just made that up, past lives don't exist.
And thus, we entered our third and final day of driving before arriving in New Orleans. It was a great day of travel; we left early, I broke a shot glass at a truck stop (made me frantic, I thought I would get all the shot glasses of all the states we went through for Brynne, but then I broke Massachusetts...glass everywhere), ate donuts, drove through Kentucky, Alabama, and Mississippi. At one point I fell asleep and got cranky when Brynne woke me up (KATH!) and it was fucking HOT and I was sweating. Worst. So we went to Sonic for happy hour (oh lemonberry slush how I missed you), and found our way to New Orleans, Louisiana. Here is a much uglier sunset than New Jersey and a fine photo of us with slush.
What a great city. The creepiest of creeps and the nicest of nice. Love, love, love this place. How have I not been here before?? There's no rules! You can do whatever you want! ANARCHY!
We hopped around different places Monday night eating, listening to wonderful music, and meeting people. I'm pretty certain there is a female version of Si from Duck Dynasty, and she blew out my eardrums talking directly into my ear for 20 minutes. She was also dangerously close to lighting us on fire. I may or may not have ridden a mechanical bull. Brynne played tambourine with a band. I drank too much and acted like an idiot in the worst of ways. I am going to leave the gory details out, but lets just say Brynne is a really good friend and I'm lucky to have her. I put her through 4 or 5 hours of Hell I would say, and I would just like to announce to the public that binge drinking is bad, and you should be nice to the people you love. Also I placed my phone in a cup of liquid and no longer have that...so.....
Upon awakening yesterday morning, I promptly felt like death, emotionally and physically, which continued most of the day. Brynne and I went to jazz brunch at the Court of Two Sisters, which was absolutely perfect in every way. This place was amazing; the food was good (what I could stomach anyways....would've rather been there when I wasn't so hungover), the band was good, and the courtyard seating was beautiful. #worthit #turtlesoup
Here is Brynne.
We then took a nap, and upon awakening that time, waltzed around the French Quarter and had a little food, window-looked at art galleries. This guy Peter O'Neill, I was into it. We stayed a couple hours at Preservation Hall and it was beautiful in every possible way, and then went to Pat O'Brien's for their 80th birthday celebration. We were pretty exhausted still from the antics of Monday night, so we channeled my dad and drank a few miller lites and watched the dueling pianos where we fell in love with a man that I like to call Metal Fingers. He plays a tray with metal fingers (direct quote from man next to us "That's some shit you learn on the streets!"), and he reminded us both of Robin Williams (more "Jack" not "Good Will Hunting"). I will upload a picture of him later. He is perfect. We also got a couple new nicknames yesterday, Yum-Yum and Delicious. I keep trying to casually call Brynne Yum-Yum, but it just sounds so strange, I don't even know how the guy got that word out of his mouth in a serious manner.
So we went to bed fairly early and now I'm up at 7 am, writing this and going to attempt to do homework while sitting on our beautiful balcony and drinking hotel coffee. Today, we swamp tour.
Be good to the world.
-Katherine
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