All right.
So the second weekend in April I took a fabulous weekend away and visited New Orleans. Catherine, her French friend Lionel, and I headed down Friday after work (after annoying delay, whatevskies Continental). The flight from Newark to New Orleans has a 5% on time rate -- awesome.
Anyway, we got in super late and Yogi came to pick me up at Catherine's hotel and we headed out with a crew for drinks. A late night, ending with a bite to eat in this funky diner nearby.

I had just met Dan and was already being smothered in kisses. Ha, ha. Actually Yogi masterminded the whole set-up of the shot.

Then silliness ensued.

Yogi and Gabe check out ... Yogi.

And then Gabe. A clear winner was decided?

You be the judge.

We all went back to Yogi, Dan and Maddie's house. I fell asleep on the futon in the office, with the shadows of trees bouncing off the wall and the smell of fruity trees wafting inside. Ah, bliss. I am so easy to please.

Dan, snoozing in the living room.
Yogi, Maddie, Gabe, Nick and I headed for the French Quarter -- the French Quarter Festival was happening, we learned, so we went to check it out.




































We ended up at a cool bar tucked away on a side street just on the edges of the French Quarter that had a pirate theme.



Everyone had absinthe (but me, I opted for a mojito).






Catherine's French friend found a fellow Frenchie to converse with, and Catherine and I observed that his ladyfriend's expression looked like something straight out of a Henri Toulouse Latrec painting. Agreed!?
Then we all headed back to Dan's for a housewarming party. I'll post in a separate posting so this entry doesn't take a million years to load.

1 comments:
Aaaargh, Jenne! Don't tell me whiskers y'es found a right pirate barrrrrr!!
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