NOLA & Things

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I chose the above picture to start off this blog post despite the fact that it’s blurry and I look a bit like a joyful but crazed maniac. I thought it was appropriate in that life has been a crazy, happy blur lately.

Early Monday morning I got back from a long weekend trip to Nola with my besties. I’ve known Meg since I was an awkward twelve-year-old and Bryant since I was an arguably even more awkward seventeen-year-old. Around the time we first met, I randomly told him that if you changed the letters in my name around, it would spell “Antichrist.” This is one letter short from actually being true, but to this day he has my name in his phone as “Antichrist.” That’s true friendship, y’all.

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This was my third trip to Nola but my first time to throw up in a bush, so that was monumental. Also my first time to match shirts with an elderly stranger (see above picture) and to find out that my drink of choice (Malibu and pineapple) is a typical mom drink. So basically I’m an old lady, guys. I don’t hate it.

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Meg had an early plane to catch the morning after I threw up in a bush, so she was gone by the time I was wallowing in hangover misery. Bryant and his wonderful girlfriend Leslie brought over iced coffee and lots of food, and from there Bryant imitated my dance moves from the night before. I was burying my head in my hands and turning bright red but also cracking up laughing. I’m smiling now as I write this because I’m really spoiled with the people I have in my life. The three of us drove back to Austin together and it will probably always remain one of my most cherished road trips. It didn’t hurt that Bryant drove the entire time.

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There are quite a few other moments in between day 1 and 4 in Nola that also make me smile. On day 2, Meg and I got stuck in a downpour that lasted over two hours. We hid under a restaurant’s patio for as long as we could, but eventually we agreed to just buy rain ponchos and go about our day. My prediction was that we’d buy the ponchos and it would immediately stop raining, and my prediction was completely accurate. Regardless, I can now say that I’ve frolicked around New Orleans in a giant garbage bag with my best friend.

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On night 2, I rode a mechanical bull and Meg, Bryant, Leslie and I ended up at a bachelor party’s open bar. Shoutout to our weekend friends John and Brian for the invite and also to Brian for taking a picture with me inside of a fireplace, the reasoning for which I have yet to remember.

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Needless to say, Nola was a blast and I’ve not-so-grudgingly given up on homework for the night to write this post. This weekend I have a paper to write, a presentation to begin preparing and an MBA cohort bbq to host. I have a blog tasting at a bakery tomorrow and am planning a trip to go whitewater rafting in New Mexico next month. Like I said, life is a blur right now. But it’s the best blur. I have the notion that I’ll look back on this summer one day, and while I won’t remember every detail, I’ll remember this feeling. The feeling of being alive, and young, but old enough to laugh at myself and to have the go-to drink of Mailbu and pineapple.

I leave you with a video of me throwing a mini temper-tantrum after losing a second game of rock-paper-scissors to Pathi on Tuesday. It got pretty intense. This is grad school life at its finest, friends.

 

 

 

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What A Wonderful World: New Orleans 2014

I had such an incredible time road-tripping and vacationing in New Orleans with three of my favorite girls.

Wandering the Jackson Square and French Quarter areas was both a quaint and charming adventure.

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Partying on Bourbon Street and collecting bead necklaces without ever having to expose boobies was a blast and a half.

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Staying in a renovated coffee house turned boutique hotel was magical.

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Visiting the Voodoo Museum was equally creepy and entrancing.

Gobbling beignets at Café Du Monde and scarfing down catfish and red beans and rice at Mother’s proved that these famous eats most definitely live up to their names.

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The history and culture of this city is absolutely mesmerizing, and I found myself completely enchanted throughout the duration of our trip.

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But more than anything, I just loved being with three of the lady loves of my life.

I met both Rachel and Hannah while practicing for a college play years back. They tell me that they often discussed their feelings for me before we officially all hung out. “That Christina girl. She’s bad ass.”, is probably my favorite quote that has been recounted. One day after rehearsals, they invited me for ice cream. And from that moment, ’twas love.

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I met Kristin through Hannah and we immediately just clicked. Of the four of us, we are the two married ladies of the group, though this is only the beginning of the long list of things we have in comment. For instance. We’re also both extremely non-confrontational and unaggressive slow walking girls. This quickly became a running joke (no pun intended) throughout the trip as both of us followed around the other two to their destinations of choice. (All top-notch destinations, I might add.) As we lagged behind the rest of our group, we bonded further. I texted my very closest friend and told her I almost already considered this girl one of my best friends. This isn’t something that I text lightly. Years ago, I was the girl who wanted to be everyone’s friend and often choose quantity over quality. I still love talking and learning from most anyone and everyone, but am much more choosy about who I let into my close circle of friends. I am 25 now, after all. I crave stimulating conversations and meaningful bonding moments right along with the giggly inside jokes and chats about sex, dammit. When I later told Kristin about previously mentioned text, she excitedly confessed that she had been thinking the same exact thing about me, but didn’t want to sound creepy. I am almost always the first to be creepy. I am okay with this.

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So despite all of the lovely New Orleans moments, my favorites are a little bit more personal. Dancing around our hotel room and later canoodling with Hannah. Sharing a bed and Cajun fries with Rachel. Eating Ihop at 4am with Kristin, and getting lost but laughing the entire time we circled our way back to the hotel. Buying matching cat pajamas with three of the best gals I’ve ever had the chance to know.

On our last night in New Orleans, we went into a bar and were seated directly behind a marvelous jazz band. As we swayed along to the music and enjoyed our close-up view, the band began singing “What a Wonderful World.” Surrounded by my lovely ladies and soaking in the beauty and essence of New Orleans, I simply couldn’t have agreed with those lyrics more.

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“I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.”