In March, some of my DC Family and I traveled down to Baton Rouge to visit another Family member. (I know, it’s sad, right? There are a whole THREE of us who broke up the band and moved away. Le sigh.)
The entire weekend was ridiculous as only a weekend fueled by too much food, too much champagne, and not enough time can be. But we did manage to make it to New Orleans for a warm Saturday afternoon. (Accomplishment, considering the workout my lounge pants got that weekend.) We ate muffuletta, drank to-go cups of cocktails, rode a trolley car and saw more than one second line band.
It’s not a terrible way to spend a weekend, I tell you.