5.28.2016

New Orleans

I love how it looks a little rundown, a little drunk, a little slanted, a little haunted. But is alive with art and music and food and cocktails.

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“I don’t even need ChapStick right now, my lips are so greasy!”

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In the sculpture garden at City Park, we came up with our own names for the art. Broken Rectangles. Deep Innie. Vacuum Attachment.

Then we sat under the Chime Tree.

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Patty remembered the time we were in a hot tub before Jessica’s wedding and put on her Game Show Host voice for “Whose! Leg! Is This?!”

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P: It’s like a little amuse-bouche.
R: What’s that?
P: To amuse your bouche.

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“The Butt Cheeks is a good name for a band, though.”

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“We don’t have enough biscuits in our life.”

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We listened to Kermit Ruffins and James Winfield at Blue Nile.

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In an old body shop turned art gallery, men were building a papier-mâché elephant.

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