It was time to take it easy in The Big Easy. Sydney, me and Mama Chicklet hadn’t visited New Orleans in so long that it took us half of the four-hour drive over to dredge the anecdotes of our last trip from our memories.
We brought our surrogate mama, Mitzie, with us, because no trip to NO is as fun without her.
We started out on Bourbon, like any good tourist does. But these days our go cups are filled with expensively cheap wine instead of Hand Grenades and Hurricanes.
Is it even Bourbon Street if a drunk stranger doesn’t photo bomb your girls’ trip?
We then skirted a block over to Royal Street, a calmer, prettier street in New Orleans.
First stop was Magnolia Sugar & Spice to stock up on my husband’s favorite cinnamon sugar (Cajun Power) and my favorite Mardi Gras dip seasoning blend.
I should always be allowed to shop with wine in my hand. That should be a thing. (Looking at you, Target.)
The day got away from us pretty quickly, so we headed back to the hotel to freshen up for our dinner reservations.
Dinner was at Cochon on Tchoupitoulas in the Warehouse District, where I had the best meal of my life.
There are no pictures of this meal because I was too busy devouring it to bother, but believe me when I say you have to order the oyster & bacon sandwich if you ever find yourself there.
Bedtime was early because we’re old and overstuffed and overly lame. No regrets.
Day two started the way any day does when there are four women sharing a hotel room together. But it quickly escalated to more touristy stuff, like shopping and sightseeing and overeating.
Start at Saint Louis Cathedral, stroll around Jackson Square, and stop at Fleurty Girl for some kitschy souvenirs. Do not pass Go, do not collect $200.
Inevitably, because it’s one of my favorite streets, we ended up back on Royal.
There isn’t a trip to New Orleans that doesn’t include a stop at our favorite clothing boutique, Trashy Diva, to try on exactly what the sales associates are wearing because they couldn’t be more fabulous.
I am amazed that Sydney fit into this stunning dress, only because we had stuffed ourselves full of macarons and chocolates not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES during our two-day weekend in New Orleans. We have Sucré to thank for that.
This trip we decided to dip our toes into Frenchmen Street for the first time, partly because we needed to distance ourselves from Sucré, and partly because we heard it was a jazzy good time.
It was underwhelming for us, but I believe we hit it at the wrong time. Another night on another trip, and we’ll probably have a great time on Frenchmen.
We did stick around long enough to hit the Palace Market, an adorable market on Frenchmen Street that opens only in the evenings.
But Bourbon was calling our name. We’d wimped out and gone to bed early our first night, so we decided to repent and quickly hoofed it back to the area of town that we know and love best.
There it is. The one photo you don’t remember taking because you’re too busy looking for your dignity on Bourbon.