Sunday, January 2, 2011

Auld Lang Sigh

New Years Eve was the fireworks bursting through the misty sky above the Mississippi River - sparkly, beautiful, blurry.














Mikecohen treated me to a feast at Boucherie, where we laughed our asses off over cocktails and luck-themed foods done fancy. After a quick costume change (silk-blend tap pants FAIL) we met our friends at Elijah's house before heading to the French Quarter. We made it just in time to watch the fireworks show from the roof of our friend's bar. We rang in the New Year with Tennessee sparklers and champagne from the bottle (typical). Eventually the crowd dispersed and MC and I found ourselves as the only raggamuffins in a sea of fancy pants on the dance floor (typical).

1 comment:

esg said...

i <3 pic #10 4 ever