Andrew smoked his cigar while I drank my frozen Irish coffee, at that point in time we didn’t have a worry in the world! We stumbled upon this little museum one night during Mardi Gras, and yes, stumbled is absolutely the right word. Big, bright letters across the windows read “MUSEUM OF DEATH” If that doesn’t […]Read More Museum of Death
It’s ALWAYS 5 o’clock in New Orleans! I remember when I first moved here and my eyes caught sight of a bar sign reading “happy hour 10pm – 2am” I was speechless! Coming from a small town, I automatically assumed ALL happy hours were 5pm-7pm (or something like that) The bar I worked in back home didn’t even have one! SO, here’s the […]Read More Did Someone Say Happy Hour?!