The Dirty Dirty

So, good news - I've returned from New Orleans, aka The Dirty Dirty, in one piece. Except the skin on my elbow that I left after I fell in a sidewalk pothole. Ebony's blog tells the weekend best (unfortunately I can't get the pictures off the website she sent me so I only have a few from Barbara so far). Friday we started out drinking a little bit too early (4ish?) and ended our night at about 11:30 after hurricanes at Pat O'Briens and who knows what else. I apparently screamed obsenities at boys on a balcony for hitting me in the head with beads. Saturday we ate lunch at Emeril's NOLA and it was really good. Usually I don't think vegetarian food is really worth eating fancy, but it was. When we went back out Saturday night it was raining so we huddled in a bus stop with some locals while drinking our to-go beverages. We rode a mechanical bull - see the pic of me after falling off said bull, yes, in a skirt (this bar was classy - we had a bottle of Boones there), had some absynth, and then hit Bourbon. There's funny stories and details that would take too long to write, but it was a blast. I can't wait until next year!