Nick’s mom was in town last week and we took her to NOLA. For all you non- gulf coasters that stands for “New Orleans, Louisiana” also known as “Den of much iniquity.” Lay off, I’m only referring to the Voodoo doll Vendors and Huge Ass beer shop on Bourbon Street (Also home to the Huge Ass burger). Thirdly, it can be referred to as “Nawlins.” And fourthly, it is literally the only thing to do here, so go to NOLA we did. There were construction crews up the hizzy, getting the Big Easy all prettied up for the Super Bowl. That and there was dense fog. We felt like we were in an Ann Rice novel.
It did not bode well for my hair, which I will tell you got a heavy spray down with some anti-humidity hair spray. To no avail. The South is too strong and it always wins.
“That’s why her hair is so big. It’s full of secrets.”
We got cafe au lait, of course, in a quaint cafe in the French Quarter, though my only criteria involved having a clean restroom.
Then we went to the aquarium, which was really fun because no one was there! Owen could run around and act a fool.
Here’s the part I can’t explain. Louisiana Swamp Jesus explaining the Mississippi delta. I missed the beginning of the instructional video, and I am baffled as to his identity. Moses maybe? Parting the swamp waters.
And that was NOLA. And that’s how you start a sentence with and.