“She had no right to approach me and my life like that with those vocals” ~ Kid Fury
New Orleans is hot. No, not like summer time Chi or no air conditioning in your apartment hot, it’s a whole other type of moist heat. I imagine it’s what standing inside of a butt hole feels like. You can hardly even breathe. And yet, if you ever get the opportunity it’s definitely somewhere that you ought to go. Bestie and I had spoken of going for awhile. Originally, sister and I were suppose to go in January, but father winter, being the evil man that he is thwarted out plans.
But alas things aren’t so cruel. Fate stepped in when Bey + Jay announced they would bless us with their “On the Run” tour. Instead of bestie coming to NYC and venturing out to Jersey, or me returning to the Chi on a regular ass Thursday night, we decided to make an adventure out of it and bless NOLA with our presence. I left work early last Friday eve and sat in a cab as it crawled towards the airport. (And good thing i decided not to be cheap because I barely made my flight….this is becoming a habit of mine.)
The flight in itself was a sordid tale. A large group of drunken girls stumbled upon the plane headed to NOLA for a bachelorette weekend. They delighted in yelling across the aisle at one another and reciting lines for Bridesmaids at anyone who had the misfortune of hearing. I also had the good luck of sitting next to a woman who was terrified to fly. Having battled with that fear myself I was sympathetic but then i just really wanted to read my filthy book and not look at any more pictures from her daughter’s wedding.
Upon my arrival in Nawlins’ I hung out in the airport playing on my tablet as I waited for Bestie to get in. After embracing (dramatically as we do_, we checked into our delightful hotel (the Doubletree of course because there is cookies which I proceeded to have at least five of over the course of the weekend), and ventured out into the night for some delicious and fattening nourishment.
We stumbled upon a hole in the wall and and i politely scarfed up this gem.
NOLA had already wiggled her way into my heart…and belly.
The next day it was overcast but we ventured out anyway, walking around the French quarter for hours and hours. We stopped for lunch and guzzled down large alcoholic slushies. Then we proceed to do one of my most favorite activities, people watch.
|I don’t know how many of these i had….but it was alot.
The people alone were enough to occupy our attention. I’m always baffled by the fact that people come out on the street looking any type of way. It was so amusing. As we strolled and sipped we spotted an extremely large man with a shirt that said king on the front, when he turned around it read, “Together 20”. Intrigued of course, we decided to stop and lean against a wall whilst sipping our drinks (because public alcohol consumption is a thing) to await his queen. And see her we did. Soon enough she came barreling down the street in a matching grey t-shirt that said “Queen” on the font. We waited with baited breath, beside ourselves with glee until she blessed our lives with the back of her shirt. It read….. (drumroll please) “Since 13”. Now if you are slow like I can sometimes be, I will spell it out for you. As a pair, their shirts read… “Together since 2013”. Already mildly intoxicated I began to shake with laughter, howling and holding on to the side of the wall. Perhaps I seem like an asshole but it was so absurd I was in utter disbelief. (And girl you would have laughed too!) They had the black nerve to not only be grown and dressing alike, but also to try and stunt like their relationship was really on. Ma’am… Sir, you do realize its only 2014. But back to the trip.
That New Orleans heat wears down on you. After too may beignets, fried oysters and an abundance of cheese, we spent late Saturday evening frolicking in our hotel room. It was quite a thrill though, because the ballroom was on the 16th floor of the hotel (we were on the 14th) and we got to listen to an entire wedding reception.) Also, The French Quarter ain’t no place you want to end up alone or even with one of your girlfriends on a Saturday night. I saw some things that I can never unsee and I was nearly accosted by a gentlemen as we left Deanies Seafood Restaurant.
Sunday Morning we awoke to a monsoon. We stumbled downstairs in search of some coffee for my caffeine addicted body and because we were not going to be rained on, we went in search of the infamous 16th floor ballroom. We stumbled upon African church service being held there….that was oddly terrifying. Once the rain finally slowed, we pathetically put on foolish looking rain ponchos and we ventured back towards the French Quarter in search of ever more butter, fat and grease. And find it we did at Oceana Grill. (I could never live down south…there is only so much will power a greedy girl can have). Full and sleepy, we knew that we needed time to prepare our spirits for the reason that we were in NOLA in the first place….The real Queen.
Bestie chose a hotel that was in waking distance of the Superdome and what a fantastic choice she made. While everyone was stuck in horrendous traffic, we strolled or happy butts right up into the dome and were in our floor seats yb 8PM. Concert didn’t start until 9:30 but I was not mad. I’m telling you it was worth every penny…every moment agonizing about what to wear. It was worth me nearly cussing out this incompetent woman who worked at the venue who had no idea what she was talking about, as well as the man I wanted to punch in the face for smoking reefer right in my face. Sir, what you do with your life is your black ass choice but what you won’t ever do is ruin my experience smh It was way too crowded for all that.
This was my first “real” concert experience. As you may know I’m much more of a film person so concerts don’t really intrigue me. But this one was something that I was not ever going to miss.
Anyways here are so highlights.
The next day we woke up late (it was Monday), and tried to saunter about getting treats to take home with us. The sun was out and beaming down on us…therefore our saunter was short lived. NOLA was a treat though and I’m so glad I got a chance to go.
If you can every now and then treat yourself to a long weekend. Even if it isn’t far go somewhere that you’ve never been before and do some ish you’ve never done before. For me it reenforces the fact that the sky is the limit.
xoxoxoxox Chocolate Girl In the City xoxoxoxo