This is on my Applebee’s menu. As a former New Orleans resident, I find it hilarious—the flavors of Bourbon Street are chiefly piss and vomited-up rum.

This is on my Applebee’s menu. As a former New Orleans resident, I find it hilarious—the flavors of Bourbon Street are chiefly piss and vomited-up rum.

wheresmyyoshi:

Winter in New Orleans.

wheresmyyoshi:

Winter in New Orleans.

ubiquitousamericana:


An Even Greater New Orleans

Love it.

ubiquitousamericana:

An Even Greater New Orleans

Love it.

More Mardi Gras pictures, this time mainly of my pals.

Some pictures I took on Fat Tuesday. 

The first thing you notice about New Orleans are the burying grounds - the cemeteries - and they’re a cold proposition, one of the best things there are here. Going by, you try to be as quiet as possible, better to let them sleep. Greek, Roman, sepulchres- palatial mausoleums made to order, phantomesque, signs and symbols of hidden decay - ghosts of women and men who have sinned and who’ve died and are now living in tombs. The past doesn’t pass away so quickly here. You could be dead for a long time.
Madame Lily Devalier always asked “Where are you?” in a way that insinuated that there were only two places on earth one could be: New Orleans and somewhere ridiculous.
We had a muggy, lovely New Year’s Eve here in the Crescent City.

We had a muggy, lovely New Year’s Eve here in the Crescent City.