Another year older and wiser, at least I'd like to think we grow wiser with each year. This birthday I decided on a more chilled celebration. I have passed all the important, fun birthday ages, so no need to make a fuss about it this year. So I figured a three day road trip to New Orleans with my guy would be ideal. My first trip to New Orleans was with my parents and brothers when I was maybe thirteen, and the only memory I have is walking around the French Quarter and my mom letting me hold her huge margarita container for a bit. This time around I was far past the legal drinking age and could buy my own frozen alcoholic beverages.
I have always been drawn to colorful, old buildings filled with history. Even better when it involves ghost stories, witches, etc. Clearly I was in the right town. Our first day we walked down Royal St towards the LaLaurie Mansion and came back through the ever festive Bourbon St. There is such a quaint feeling to New Orleans, and it just felt right. Brad and I took so many pictures of buildings, alleyways, doorways. Everything just looked so cool. Being a huge American Horror Story fan, checking out LaLaurie Mansion was a must. We overheard a tour guide telling crazy past stories and recent hauntings of the house. Marie Laveau's House of Voodoo was another stop. The famous voodoo queen of New Orleans practiced her bewitching ways by blending voodoo with catholicism.
Being in NOLA, I of course had to get my tarot cards read. We passed by a few psychics, but it wasn't until a quick bank run that we passed by a lady in the entry way of a building off Royal and Canal. Her gypsy vibe caught my attention. We waited for a while until she finished a reading. Elizabeth was her name. Elizabeth, with her eloquent, mystical wise words. We hung out with her after my reading, just talking about life.
"It's not even my birthday". Wait, yes it is. My brother Dante and sis in law, KyungMi stopped in New Orleans on their way to their own road trip to Florida. I got to cheers at midnight with a few of my loved ones.
While walking around Jackson Square the next day, we stumbled upon a little hippie street fair, where we bought some items and had possibly the best bloody marys ever. Our day was left to wandering yet another side of New Orleans.
You can't go to New Orleans without going to a jazz club, so this was my only birthday request. We happened to find the perfect spot, Irvin Mayfield's Jazz Playhouse inside The Royal Sonesta Hotel. With dirty martinis and champagne we happily sat grinning with delight to what we stepped into. Irvin Mayfield himself got up on stage playing the trumpet. It was truly magical what that band put out. Throughout our nights we encountered a young kid playing buckets as drums, another young boy tap dancing with aluminum cans taped to his tennis shoes, and a college kid playing violin at the end of our night. It was like the end of a movie scene. New Orleans, the land of lost souls and dreamers. Just something about this place that makes your creative side tingle a little bit more.
El fin. Trips are always nice, even if it's only a little three day getaway. "I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move."-Robert Louis Stevenson