i remember this one time when i went to new orleans with jermarco for mardi gras and stayed with princess. it was some crazy shit. i appreciate the experience, but i’d mos def rather hang out on some normal day in new orleans type shit. it’s more relaxing and dope. tourists be in the way.
i mean, all the noise and the tourists, it was cute and shit, but nah.
still though, when the night time hit, it was a fuckin phenomenal site to see, all these people, a whole sea of em, were downtown gettin loose as fuck. crazy ass floats was parading by. girls was flashin niggas in popeys’s chicken aka popeye’s mardi gras booty club, city slickers was slickin, every white guy in the ocean of human bodies kept yellin “POPPED A MOLLY I’M SWEATIN!! WHOOO!!”, everybody was trashing the city lol so much trash, and there was cops on horses an shit. a bunch of shit dog.
everybody was just drinkin and buying shit too. $10 not fancy shots of alcohol out of fancy test tubes. boy. new orleans makes that money. that’s all i was thinking the night of one of the parades.
but the lowkey moral of this story is. i want to go back and chill and just be chillin and gettin along and turning up the right way. i don’t want my last memory of new orleans to be like it is now. that day’ll come though. it’s whatever.
there’s no point in me telling you all of these things. i just got these pictures on my phone that i feel like you should see. i shoulda got some better one’s, but hey, whaterya gonna do (but some are hella cool. there’s this one that looks like i took a picture of a giant lady in green pants that i think is hellas tight).