My trip to New Orleans was great. I paused there, before I chose “great,” because I couldn’t decide if a word better described my weekend in NOLA than a simple, direct “great.” None do.
I flew in on Friday afternoon around four, and made it to our hotel by five. Natalie and Anna were already there and getting ready to go out, and I quickly changed from my slimy-feeling airport clothes to a sundress. Ah, sundress weather.
That night we walked down Royal Street, and through the French Quarter to Marigny. We got some gumbo and drinks along the way–maybe the only authentic New Orleans food I ate all weekend–and then stopped into a quiet, little bar on Decatuer.
I loved catching up with Natalie and Anna, and then getting beyond the catch up and into some good conversation. We pumped money into the jukebox at the bar and took ridiculous photos. Later we walked home along Bourbon Street (had to do it, just once) and found a table in a liquor-to-go shop suitable for people gawking.
The rest of the weekend continued along in this fashion: easy, fun, effortless. We went on a bayou cruise/swamp tour (you pick the name you like best), took nap, drank yummy cocktails at this rotating carousel bar (click the link), and walked all over the City.
I came back to Buffalo on Monday afternoon feeling refreshed and high from new sights and old friends.
Great, just great.
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Lisa - Sounds like a great time! I’ve never been to New Orleans before. Had you been before this trip? What kind of shape is the city in now?
courtney - I’m glad it was great. You deserved it, bb.