budweiser — Life Well Seasoned

Pardon our radio silence over these past few weeks.

We needed a break.

And by break we mean get up into the mix known as the Mardi Gras.

We took a moment–alright some days–and fell back in love with the city all over again.

We rode our bikes until our butts were sore.

We wore feathers in our hair + a boa around our necks.

We walked until our favorite pair of sandals almost blew out.

We met some new folks + solidified a few friendships in a way only this city can.

We drank bourbon + the champagne of beers—in just the right quantities, a rarity in these parts.

We ate not one, but TWO, pulled pork sandwiches with slaw + a surprisingly good BBQ sauce. That sandwich was on a bread so fine that you know that, that sandwich, try as anyone might, you can’t get that bread outside of New Orleans.

We stayed up till 2 am making potato salad with chunks of spicy dill pickles sprinkled lovingly with the classic Tony Chachere’s while prepping our mise for an early, hurried jambalaya cooking session that was take place just a few short hours later.

And we took no photos of any of it.

Any of the food that is.

No time + seriously, who needs another food photo when there’s a preee-rade going on?!

The entire city comes together, sets up camp, shares beverages, food even crawfish, tents + port-o-potties.

Kids runs around with their free spirit freak flags flying high—a lot adults do too and everything’s allllrrriiiight.

Ya heard, me?

Enjoy the photos…