That’s goodbye in French and Spanish because I’m going to France and Spain remember? Follow me on Instagram if you want to watch me drink a lot of wine.
I went to Toronto without my camera. Shame on me. But I did Instagram some shit, namely photos of the CN Tower, Niagara Falls, and our clubbing escapades. Did you know that the legal drinking age in Canada is 19? I think my clubbing days in Canada are over you guys.
I also spent quality time with my family and developed a case of severe baby fever, which I need to get rid of immediately as I’m traveling to the champagne region of France in a few months and plan on drinking excessively. Also, I missed the Husband a ridiculous amount (he didn’t come with me) and I determined that spending a few days apart is good for romance.
I’m going to spend the remainder of the week not eating and doing some form of extreme exercise. Happy Hump Day!
I’m back from Mardi Gras in New Orleans grope-free and no longer a port-a-potty virgin. It had to happen, you guys, and I just went with the flow. Mardi Gras is pretty crazy and I still can’t get over how into parades people are. But it definitely is a sight to see and I can check it off my bucket list.
I have to say the residents of Louisiana epitomize southern hospitality. The friends we stayed with went out of their way to make us feel welcome and we’re so thankful to them for providing me and The Husband with shelter, food and entertainment for five days.
Highlights of our trip included a daytime stroll in the French Quarter (we decided on purpose not to do Bourbon Street in the dark), the best Hurricane at the oldest bar in the city, and catching beads from random strangers on balconies.
We were chastised for all our sinning so we went to church to repent.
One day we sought shelter at a nearby plantation during a torrential downpour.
There was a lot of parade watching going on. I almost brought a mini horse home with me.
And thank God for use of a private port-a-potty provided by some sweet friends.
I also tried extremely hard to catch beads from Will Ferrell at the Bacchus Parade. Nothing.
I didn’t get to meet Elizabeth as it is nearly impossible to get around during Mardi Gras But she promises to come to San Diego!
And that’s my trip in 200 words or less, which I know is about how long I have your attention for. Thanks to all of you who left me tips about Mardi Gras. Especially the one about the shenis.
I’m going to Mardi Gras you guys. Like the real one in New Orleans. I know, I can’t believe it either. I’m a little scerred of all the groping I’m told will ensue, but the Husband is 6’6” so he’s got my back. I also have anxiety about the bathroom issue as I have a strict no porta potty policy and I tend to drink too much. Any tips/tricks?
I’ll be back with a recap on Wednesday unless I’m really tired and I need an extra day to recover. You understand right?
I’m back my loyal readers and I must say the cold wasn’t as bad as I anticipated. There’s something so cozy about heated homes and malls. I hate to disappoint, but I spent my vacation vacationing rather taking pictures so I have very little to show from my trip. I did manage to document our weekend in Niagara Falls.
I still can’t believe this shit is real. I may or may not have asked if it was man made.
My angel of a cousin also left her babies overnight with family so we could do a lot of drinking and sitting by the fireplace and dancing in the middle of the street to our own effed up version of Rhianna songs. I miss her so much it hurts.
I’m already looking forward to my next trip there.