The Icing on the Cake.

The Icing on the Cake.
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I'm on to an adventure that leaves me speechless at times.

It Starts with Bahama Mamas.....

Galactic at Tipitina's
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And ends at a Coinstar hulking up your penny collection in hopes of purchasing just one bottle of adult beverage to enjoy on a frosty fall's night.
New Orleans was a blast. Starbuck's pulled through and I cried a little, saw Bono in person, reflected on the power of my own personal laptop, and got a slow clap for my stupendous abilities with a giant lopper. My husband still doesn't believe that I actually did yardwork and enjoyed it enough to not whine the whole time.
Robert made it to New Orleans and what ensued could be titled 'More Rum Punch!'.
K-Paul's was a highlight. The steak with Debris sauce (yes, it deserves to be capitalized!) left me on another planet. Luke cooked up the BEST omelette I've ever had in my life. Seriously. Oysters Rockefeller can kiss me on the lips anyday- even for breakfast! And the Gumbo Shop served up the most flakey, delightfully blackened catfish poboy that I'll still daydream about from time to time. Pat O'Brein's courtyard was a balmy 70 degrees. Cafe Du Monde's beignets were awesome with cocaine on them- Robert's reflection on powdered sugar.
Robert and I were shocked to find out that New York, Las Vegas, blah blah have got nothing on New Orleans. We showed up at Tipitina's leisurely late at 11p.m. for our Halloween Galactic experience- only to find out that the band steps out at 1 am- and rocks it until 7am. My old lady self just cried a little on the inside. I made it until 5am when I begged Robert to let us escape Jam Band hell. (The Crown City Rockers provided me with some LYRICS! What a concept.)
I shopped enough that I had to purchase a bag to take my voodoo treasure home! Strange.
Everyone asks what it looks like after the hurricane. And outside the French Quarter and The Garden District it doesn't look so hot. Its another ten years to normalcy.
I'd go back just to get beamed in the head with candy flung off a float full of half dressed old men in skeleton paint! We saw a t-shirt that sums up New Orleans nicely- 'Louisiana: Third World and Proud Of it'.