May
Danielle came to visit last weekend and I think I am still recovering. Too much fun in one weekend!
Danielle flew in to New Orleans, and as soon as we got back into Baton Rouge we stopped for daquiris before heading home. After getting dressed up, we headed down to Stroube’s on Third Street for appetizers and drinks with Paige and her sister, Sarah. We walked a couple of blocks to the Old Governor’s Mansion where a fashion show/art exhibit called Transformography was taking place. Each of the models made their way through the various rooms of the mansion, posing along the way so we could take in the outfits. This outfit was the eventual winner, called Auragumi.
Saturday morning was lazy, but we still managed to get to New Orleans in time for a late lunch at the Gazebo Café. I can’t help myself. The food is pretty good and there’s always a jazz group playing. We kinda love the place.
We strolled the French Market, I spilled my Abita all down the front of my dress, and soon enough the siren song of Bourbon Street was calling our name. While walking down a residential stretch of the street, a group of guys stopped us and asked for directions to a “burger joint on Esperando.” Sorry guys, we’re no help. Before they walked on, this one guy goes, “So you’re names are Sarah and Mary, right?” Why not? And thus our alter-egos were born.
Here’s the thing. Two girls out alone on a Saturday night are going to attract a good bit of attention. Add in the fact that after a few drinks people tend to have the mindset that strangers are just friends you haven’t met yet, and all of a sudden, everyone is wanting to chat it up. “What’s your name?” and “where are you from?” are the 2 most common questions, sure. But no one really cares what the answer is. They just want to talk. Since I was playing the role of designated driver, I had a lot of fun telling people that couldn’t see straight all sorts of stories. Maybe it was a little mean, but hey, I was entertained.
I’m getting ahead of myself. We spent the bulk of the afternoon and evening at The Cat’s Meow, a karaoke bar where a lady from Alabama was having her 40th birthday party with about 20 or so friends. This is, of course, an amazing idea, and with birthdays only 2 days apart, Danielle and I decided that yes, we are so doing this. 2024…get ready.
The afternoon wore on, the bar became steadily more and more crowded, and we decided to take it to the street. Honestly, you can have just as much fun walking up and down the road there as you can inside any bar. The people watching is top notch. We tried a few more bars, but nothing was really holding our interest so we went back for one last round of karaoke before calling it a night and making the painful drive back to Baton Rouge.
Beingnets and café au laits the next morning at Coffee Call followed by a trip down to Valcherie on the West Bank and Oak Alley Plantation. I’d take it.
We spent Sunday night eating popcorn and watching The Black Swan (even Patrick suffered through it), but turned in early since Monday we had to get up at a normal time.
Paige joined Danielle and I for the ride down to New Orleans. After dropping Danielle off at the airport and making her promise to come back soon (and bring Tony!), we headed to Magazine Street for some browsing around. Magazine Street is the shopping district in NOLA, and we had a blast wondering in and out of stores, chowing down at Nacho Mama, and enjoying the sunshine.
*All pictures were blatantly stolen from Danielle’s facebook page,
