New Orleans Will Send Me To Hell

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I want you to look at the picture closely above. If you figure out why we are doing what we are doing, then you know we are going to hell.

New Orleans is one of my favorite cities in the United States (it is also home to one of my all-time favorite restaurants). It could be because everytime I have gone to that magical city it has been in the company of amazing friends. Every trip there turns out to be more epic than the last. This one though, this one takes the take.

I had such a blast….and such a headache. The day we all flew out, I don’t think I have been that hungover in a while. Hilarious things happened the whole trip, but that will stay between us friends since this blog should be rated PG-13.

The funniest thing that happened though was when Brian and I were able to sneak into a private party at a gay bar down Bourbon Street. Turns out this party had Kelly Ripa, her husband, Andy Cohen and others just mingling.

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Kelly was soooo nice. Actually everyone there was sooo nice, except for one person. This Andy Cohen person. What. A. DOUCHE. Granted we were at a party we weren’t supposed to be, but everyone else made quick friends with us. Not this guy. Maybe it was because I had no idea who he was.

The first night was insane. The second night was insane. The third night was insane. The wedding party was incredibly fun and all in the company of good friends.

New Orleans, you are so good to me. I would post up all the pictures I took, but there is just no way that is going to happen. But trust me, they are epic (thank God for the untag feature on Facebook).

See you again soon. I promise.