I haven’t quite committed to writing day 2 of New Orleans, because it is going to be really long.
Really long — as in the majority of our thirty things happened on that day, and it’s going to be a heavy picture post.
And lots of writing, and I’m just too lazy to do it.
So I will leave everyone with this picture for the weekend:
These were the most beautiful faces we made after trying the rum at the New Orleans rum distillery. Straight shots of rum. In all fairness, I made B make this face so I wasn’t alone. But it was gross.
It was. It was almost as bad as the shot on the street. In all honesty, I hate shots, unless they have names like Buttery Nipple or something. Straight liquoris definitely not my thing.
I’ll be going a little bit more red head this weekend — despite protests from B, because I really like it.
Hope y’all have an awesome weekend!