I was going to post last night but got sidetracked by feeling sickly and sleeping instead. I realized after I posted yesterday that I forgot to mention one of the highlights from the night before. Brynne and I, after eating until we couldn't eat anymore at Maison and then spending the next few hours drinking, came back to Bourbon Street and got 2 pieces of pizza, inhaled them, and talked about how badly we wished we had a whole pizza. We then beelined for a hot dog stand and got two hot dogs with everything on them, ate them on the way back to the hotel (which was only a half block away), and were done before we even entered our room. #fatkids4lyfe.
Yesterday was a fabulous day. We stopped at Cafe Du Monde and feasted upon beignets, definitely a good way to wake up. We then went to the Market and some little shops to fulfill the mandatory "buying little things for people we really like or feel like we have to buy things for people we don't like as much" part of vacation. If you get something let's hope you fall in the former category-and if we didn't get you anything it means we like you a lot, we're just broke. Or we hate you. We ran into the couple that I fell in love with from the night before, and their friend Hank, and they gave us recommendations for dinner at a restaurant that has a private club in the back (clothing optional).
I would like to mention that I'm listening to a song called "212" by Azealia Banks and it is both horrible and fantastic at the same time. If you're interesting in feeling that way about a song you should listen to it. TELL ME HOW I SHOULD FEEL ABOUT THIS SONG BECAUSE I CAN'T FIGURE IT OUT.
So we shopped, and learned some things about witchcraft, and it was awesome. We started drinking at the diviest little place that was pitch black with smoke everywhere and filled with chipped toothed people dressed in all black. This is where we learned about the severe weather that will be occurring today ALONG OUR ENTIRE ROUTE OF TRAVEL. We knew there were going to be storms here, but I haven't been watching the weather channel as much as I do in my normal life, so we were unprepared for the seriousness of this storm! Wildness.
We stopped in at Coop's for lunch, based on a recommendation from our friend John (who may be the biggest fan of this blog), and it was the greatest. I had seafood gumbo and Brynne had a duck quesadilla. We both got sides of coleslaw, which hands down is the best coleslaw I've ever had. Everything was perfect. We got drinks to go, and stumbled into another bar a short while later when we had to use a bathroom. Got some more to go there after chatting with the bartender (she's afraid of airplanes and bought her son a cool Spiderman backpack for $20 at an outlet store while on vacation in Florida). We then came back to the hotel and passed out. Got up and got ready, both feeling kind of horrendous, but went to get dinner around 10 at some cute little place that had wilted lettuce and slimy cucumbers on their salads but delicious cajun chicken and fried oysters on them as well. We both weren't feeling so hot and were really tired so we came back and went to bed early.
I'm trying to decide if I should get ready and head back down to the Market to get Brynne a frozen coffee treat (and me too) before we journey into the severe weather abyss. I think I may, if it isn't pouring rain yet.
With much regret, we have to leave the city of our dreams today. While my hair and my body will appreciate me for entering a world of less eating, drinking, and humidity, it is with a heavy heart and 20 extra pounds of body fat that we pile into our Kia Rio nugget and head north. New Orleans, you've been good to us. Thank you.
Hopefully I will be able to post a blog later in Knoxville,as long as we are not swept up in a flash flood or a tornado. Stay safe world.
-Katherine
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