that could mean a few different things but to me it means i am taking a big fat dooper all over monday.
nothing worse than getting home from vacation sunday night only to wake up monday morning and find that you have no cream (almond milk) for your coffee.
i felt like screaming.
well, new orleans was fun.
my bangs stayed straight on saturday but curled up something terrible on friday night after a mysterious fog rolled in.
only in new orleans.
and london.
new orleans is an awesome place.
it's like if new york, san fran, monte carlo and hell all had a baby and that baby acted like a baby all the time
and pooped and puked then threw it all over the floor and walls.
i actually almost stepped in neon pink chunky puke sunday morning.
it was awesome.
this wasn't my first trip to new orleans...maybe like my 5th?
each time i see it differently.
i am there for different reasons usually and therefore just generally doing different things.
but each time i am there i am charmed enough to want to go back.
despite the chunky puke piles and distinct smell of paris circa the plague.
anyway...
here are some (crappy) photos of our trip..
hello? who's there?
your butt.
friday night we were invited to the rehearsal dinner which was at the napoleon house...
fun fact..
the napoleon house was supposedly intended to be a residence for napoleon after his exile.
not sure if this is entirely true but he apparently never made it cuz he, like, died.
in any case it is an amazing place.
it looks a lot like it did when it was built in the 1800's.
as in totally the same.
the walls inside are peeling away.
the outside is pretty ramshackle too.
and for this reason arguably one of the most beautiful buildings in new orleans.
i had a pimms cup inside and it. was. delicious.
upstairs at the napoleon house.
the view from the balcony at the napoleon house.
the next day was the wedding which was in a private residence.
the man who owned the house was kinda old and kinda kooky.
he had some odd things around the house..
starting with that solid brass ship propeller.
it was brass from top to bottom.
as in the propeller itself and that chunk of brass it's sitting on.
heated pool.
the cottonmouth kings played..
please enjoy my "special" dance..
high heels are assholes.
i met a cat.
i spent most of my time with him.
mandy and her daddy.
brides are the prettiest.
a beautiful old live oak..
when uploading this photo i noticed for the first time that there is a bead necklace hanging from one of the branches.
do you see it?
the next morning...(puke puddle morning)
we strolled the streets early...
met another cat.
they wash the streets and sidewalks every day in new orleans.
they must have missed the puke puddle though.
boots are a smart choice in new orleans.
we came across this artist down by the park and were like..duh..
bought one for fiona.
the cat eating the beignet.
the artist's name is cary chun lee and all he has is a facebook page.
the small cats were $65 and the large were $95.
we got a small...
(***updates as of 04/2013 the artist no longer offers these sizes at these price points)
go buy a few.
they are super adorbs.
also..
have you ever had a praline?
PEEONMYFACE!!!
mandy and lee had some as favors at their wedding and i want to get married again just so i can do this.
i don't even know what to call these things on my forehead.
i know my husband looks at me with a slight smirk..like, i told you so.
and i hate him for that.
i was not happy with them from the first second she cut them (she cut them too short) but then she styled me all up and i thought...well....that's better.....not great, but i can live with it.
but then the first hair wash rolled around and as i stood in the mirror all i could see was this:
basically unless i blow them dry and get out the straightening iron i look like lloyd up there.
the problem with that scenario is i am a night time showerer.
i realize this is not a big deal in the scheme of life.
but i AM going to a wedding this weekend and it would be nice to look pretty and not like
pepper's best friend....
2 peez in a pod. derp.
speaking of pepper...
i have some sadness to share.
i am renouncing american horror story recaps.
i'm sorry. it's just too much.
writing a blog is supposed to be fun and joyous and when it comes to recaps there is nothing joyous or fun about them.
i dread them so hard.
they take days to do and i am not getting paid to do them so i can't justify the dread or the time lost that could be spent actually working and making money.
plus this time of year is busy times a million.
this decision didn't come easy.
i DO feel bad for those of you who come here strictly for AHS recaps..but it's just too time consuming.
that really is the bottom line.
plus, i am simultaneously writing season 3 downton recaps and i can't have overlapping recaps.
my brain is melting and in an ironic twist i might end up in a place very similar to briarcliff.
at the end of the day i had to choose between downton and AHS.
and downton won.
i really am sorry!!!
i am heading to new orleans on friday for a wedding.
regular programming will commence on monday.
and i will be announcing an awesome awesome giveway.
the BEST giveaway of all time.
bc this is not a sponsored giveaway..
this is a special giveaway that i have put together of some of my favorite things to give to one of you!
