Dear Friends...
I .GOT. FLASHED.
Yep. I was in the Holiday Inn, French Quarter, on my last night in New Orleans. We were coming back from dinner and drinks and I almost thought it was like a hallucination. He was standing in the hallway on the opposite side of where our room was, just holding it and smiling. An older guy probably in his late thirties with a beard, and pretty fucking happy about something. I, however, did not share his happiness. I did stand staring in shock trying to focus through the Hurricane I had drank for a few minutes though.
The rest of the trip was fairly normal. Went to Pat O'Briens of course and listened to this guy George play oldies on a piano. We also went to a gospel brunch, which was cool. Visited the market, and and the nastiest, grossest, smelliest, street in the United States: Bourbon Street.
<3, ashleigh