**This post would not be possible if it weren’t for the kind folk of Carlson Motorcars. Thank you Rick and Dana for getting me to LAX and back from (on a Saturday night!) Your generosity – and delay of the Saturday night party hour is noted! You rock!**
The President and First Lady of Carlson Motor Cars
My little sister, Sessa decided a year and half ago that she was moving to New Orleans, Louisiana to go to Grad School at Loyolla. Now for those of you who don’t know, Louisiana was originally claimed by the French, but they were booted after a quick 7 years. The snobbery is gone, but their flamboyant eating, partying and intoxicatingly life enjoying ways are still alive and thriving!
Sessa
I found this sticker in the gutter on Borbon St. and loved! Reminded me of my book club, The Gypsy Snipers!
Sessa is one who definitely jives with the French way of life. This classy dame dines on Oysters from Felix’s where the Oyster schuckler calls her “baby!”
Oysters from Felix's!
Prepare!
Slurp!
She rides her bike everywhere she goes (Yup, just like a real Parisian). I think she wants to observe all the art in her cultural French inspired neighborhood. Except when those hippies from the West
Cest moi!
(aka Me) knock her over on her bike leaving, blood and remnants of pleather Target shoes all over the sidewalk. Thankfully the good men of NOL get some good Southern class, bandaids and benzoyl peroxide to help these damsels in distress! Quite the classy host Sessa is she easily forgives and treats her guests to Breakfast of Shrimp and Grits and some delectable pastry’s!
*Notice the band-aids from the crash.
Overheard in New Orleans: “Man, I’m hurtin’ today, I got white girl drunk last night!” – 20 something man, talking on his cell phone, walking around in the Bywater with a blonde womans wig on his head.
K. I’m done talking in the narrative. That get’s old real fast .
Sess took me to an uber cool thing called, The Fringe. Which was a super, artsy cool, independent, improvesque theatre production we saw. The Moulin Rouge in Sessa wanted to pounce the performers, I wanted more potato chips and beer.
Sing it girl!
Channeling our inner Bob Dylan
When I was done with the potato chips and beer I got me some Beignet’s! These were delish with coffee! But, I think they were exactly like mom’s French Toast! Can you belive that?! We have a Mexican woman who channels French cuisine! We are so lucky!
Eating Beignets on the River!
We heart eachother
This is how they do it!
Sexy lady in the city!
New Orleans has Cemetary’s- they are full of black magic, mausoleums, sea shells and really nice volunteers with tape holding their glasses together who give you the history of the place for a “donation” of your choice. Sweet Place.
Vodoo love
Everyone need’s a drink after visiting a cemetery.
And if you’re gonna drink, you’re gonna have to EAT! I think all the fine folks in the South need to reclaim their territory as the “Dirty South” and rename it the “Yummy South” cause that’s how I remember it – Yummy and carbo-tastic!
Praline bacon!
This little lady is one amazing (and patient) tour guide (and sister) xo
Except for a couple cute pics!
