I spent last week with Abby and Kelly down in the frickin’ steamy city of New Orleans. We figured since it was already going to be hot at home in Louisville, why not be hot somewhere fun. Good in theory. Good in fact. But I was so sweaty and sticky you could have boxed and marketed me as a Slip’N Slide. As expected, I have dozens of photographs to sort through. Some are nice. Some are not so nice. (All that sun just messes with my DOF mojo.) But for now, you get a glimpse.
This is where we were:
This is what we ate:
This is what we rode:
This is what we drank:
This is where we spent our evenings:
And if you can guess where this is, I’ll be surprised:
But yes. We sat in a bar. In the dark. While a woman played the piano and sang “I Say A Little Prayer”. The Voodoo was delish but the vocal stylings of this woman were… probably only loved by few.