It’s Monday afternoon and I’m back in Nashville. I’m still recovering from this past weekend. I didn’t pull up to my house till after 2:30am and I was up by 8am. It was well worth it though. If I didn’t get anything from this past weekend that I didn’t get from before its New Orleans natives know how to party
We arrived in N.O. Thursday night, got our first (of many) daiquiris then changed for this party (that we never made it to). We ended up on Bourbon St. for about a hour before we got bored and went to party at Harrahs Casino. Harrahs went down but I had a feeling that my weekend was going to get better. We didn’t make it to bed till after 6am.
Friday (after 4 hours of sleep) we wandered about aimlessly (after getting more daiquiris). We stopped so many places that I can’t remember it all. Friday night we went to First Fridays. It was so many people. We had tickets but ended up going in through the side door because we didn’t want to wait in line. So we sold some of the tickets that we didn’t use. This First Friday’s put every other First Fridays I’ve ever been to to shame. Such a nice collection of beautiful people. I ran into LaLa and I was thinking she is beautiful and she looks like LaLa. Only to find out it was. lol Her and Solange were hosting the party on the top floor. I also ran into some good friends that I hadn’t seen in a minute. Its funny when you see random people you haven’t seen in a while across the country. Friday night (well Saturday morning) I didn’t get to bed till after 7am.
Saturday (after 4 hours of sleep again) we were back at it. Hit multiple cookouts, played spades, reminisced about Steve McNair and drank lots of good alcohol. I might have had 10 giant sized ribs, 3 burgers, 4-5 drumsticks of bbq chicken, authentic red beans and rice, baked beans, potato salad. I was stuffed. lol. Everyone’s house we went to had a functional bar with a large variety of liquor. I loved it. After eating our fill we went and shot pool then hit up Harrahs again. We didn’t walk into there till afer 2:30 and it was a stupid line to get in. It was crazy and people were drunk out their minds. Here is an example:
After Harrahs I had a “Dude Where’s My Car?” moment. I lost the damn car and couldn’t remember where I parked. I was so blown and so hot. Eventually (30 minutes later) I found it and we all headed to get some breakfast. Then we headed to bed. By the time we got to bed the sun was all the out (8:45am) and I knew there was no way we would be heading back to Nashville anytime soon. Needless to say we didn’t hit the road till 7:30pm. Lol. I’ll be doing it all again next year.
For now I need to detoxify my body and get ready for round 2 this weekend. DMV here I come. I hope y’all are ready!