I had just spent my first night in the new place. I was slightly afraid that it would turn out to be haunted, but there were no eerie footsteps or disembodied voices. I woke up to coffee brewing and the sun shining. The jazz music had already started and it meandered down the street, winding it's way up the balcony, and it's subtle notes could be heard upstairs. Best way to wake up in the world.
As tempting as it was to relax in the southern Louisiana sun, we had a mission to complete. I was in desperate need of some furniture. Seriously - the TV was sitting on the floor and there was no home for the cookbooks. #first world problems. After a few hours of searching Royal Street (which was a bad idea in the first place because it's really expensive and super touristy and even though I love the art places, the antique shops are really really tacky), I was hot and hungry (which everyone knows is not a pretty combination for me) and was on the verge of giving up. So we took a break and headed back to the French Quarter Grille at MRB for lunch. Two words - Crawfish Rangoon. Holy crap. I had died and gone to a Cajun-Oriental heaven. It was a beautiful combination and I think I could die happy if that was the only thing I ever ate for the rest of my life.
You'll figure out pretty quick here that I LOVE food. Not good for the hips. But fuck it. Life's too damn short. Anywho.
We did discover this great furniture place on the edge of the Quarter called Discoveries Furniture and Finds. It was beautiful, reasonably priced, vintage, and perfect. I will definitely be going back when I save up some pennies.
We sold-out and decided to give up the local hunt and headed to Target. I know. I know. I tried to stick to local shops, but I was not willing to pay $1000 for an end table. Talk about getting swindled and pimped. (thanks Macklemore...now I have "Thrift Shop" in my head.) Three carts later, we loaded up and headed back to the Quarter and spent the evening drinking and assembling furniture. None of us had the energy or motivation to make ourselves presentable enough for a dinner out (and we seriously looked like shit), so we decided to order pizza from Angeli on Decatur. The Virtuos Angel pizza (garlic herb sauce, mozzarella cheese, artichokes, spinach, fresh mushrooms, and tomatoes) was the BEST pizza I've ever had.
Angeli on Decatur
Thank God for all the walking, otherwise, at the end of this year, I'll need to be rolled out of my apartment like the girl from Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. Sexy.
So loves. Take care. I'm doing my best to get you all up to date. Day 3 should be posted later today as well.
Love love love your faces.
Ali
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