Crescent City

I mentioned that I’d knitted the shawl in my last post for a wedding we attended in New Orleans.

St. Louis Cathedral in Jackson Square

We left on a Wednesday and returned on Sunday, and in between was a whirlwind trip that was part vacation, part logistical wedding assistance, part gluttony (oh, Etoufee, how I love you), and nearly all awesome.

Things in New Orleans that we need here: “Go Cups”. (Which, to the uninitiated, may sound like something terribly rude, but which are in fact, to those in the know, cups in which one absconds from a given waterhole carrying one’s alcoholic drink along WITH. It’s magic, I tell you.) The bride from the wedding we just attended. (if she wanted to bring her puppy and husband along with her, that’d be schweet, too, but we wouldn’t want to ask for too much.) Several other friends and loved ones. Old New Orleans Rum, formerly known as Cane Rum. Cafe Du Monde, damnnit.

Those earrings. GAH.

Things here that are not in New Orleans: My cats. Our house. My yarn/wool stash. My job. Etcetera.

So presumably that evens us out, right?