About two weeks ago my cousin turned to me and was all, "You want to go to New Orleans tomorrow?" My first response was a knee-jerk "are you nuts?" but when I took a second to think about it, I came to the realization that there was no real reason not to. If I'm in the mood for an adventure, an adventure I will have. So we rented a car, bought an unholy amount of chocolate chip cookies and Cheetohs, and drove the fourteen hours it took to get down south.
And I seriously think New Orleans stole my heart. All that blues in hot, dark rooms; all those Pimms Cups under happy umbrellas, the crawfish dumped onto tables spread out in newspapers, all the French balconies and popsicle-colored houses, all the hustle of jazz on street corners and bustle of artists along wrought iron fences. Everything was so alive. It was all heat, smiles, and color. This city- oh this city was definitely my first summer love affair.
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