Friday, June 15, 2012

The Big Easy

So this one time I moved to the Deep South. 
(more on that later)
And made a list of all the cities I want to experience during my time here. 
On the top of that list -- New Orleans. 
Home of Mardi Gras, The Saints, Bourbon Street, French Quarter, etc. 
I went with a few friends from work for a quick weekend trip and got the full Cajun experience. 

We didn't have the best weather while we were there, as evidenced by this picture, but it was a great time.  
Meet Courtney Ann Jackson. 
A fellow reporter at Fox 40 and one of my best friends here in Jackson. 
She is the epitome of a Southern Belle.
Naturally, she was the perfect travel buddy. 

Courtney Ann and I tagged along with one of our photogs, Drew, and our sports guy, Travis. 
Since us girls were NOLA first timers, and our best idea of a party is a Zac Efron movie, we weren't the best people to take the Sin City of the South. 
Nevertheless, these guys were troopers. 

We had our fair share of French cuisine,
 including Po'Boys and the famous Beignets from Cafe du Monde.
Those are three French donuts under all that powdered sugar. 
Delicious, people.  

We spent most of our time downtown exploring, 
and stumbled upon lots of blues music and french architecture.  

And of course, Bourbon Street. 

It wasn't as crazy as I was expecting, thankfully. 
I'm sure it's much worse during Mardi Gras. 

Probably the highlight of the trip was entering a famous karaoke bar called The Cats Meow.
We spent hours there just taking it all in. 
I've never seen so many bachelorette parties. 
I don't think Courtney Ann and I had ever seen anything like it. 
Probably the worst versions of Adele's "Rolling in the Deep" 
and Carly Rae Jeppson's "Call Me Maybe" I've ever heard. 
We somehow thought it would be fitting to sing "Red Neck Woman" to a bunch of drunkards. 
Not my classiest moment, but somehow I feel like I've come full circle here in the South. 

The next morning, we stuffed ourselves silly at the cutest place
 called Two Sisters for their Sunday Jazz Brunch.
So. Much. Food.
Southern folk don't mess around with their food. 
Most of it is fried in some form or fashion. 
They had to roll me out of there. 

New Orleans, you're European with some serious Southern charm. 
 And probably one of the most unique cities I've been to. 
And you have a Pinkberry
that I frequented often during my short two-day stay. 
Big bonus points in my book.  
I will definitely be back for my karaoke encore. 
What can I say, 
we've got to give the people what they want. 


1 comment

  1. freaking made my day that you blogged!!! miss you!!! xoxo


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