mardi-gras beads, pecan pralines & voodoo...

what else could it be but a weekend in new orleans? the best things about visiting new orleans over the weekend:

* feeling the "big fat greek wedding" vibe at greek fest through song, dance and baklava sundae
* meeting crazy improv people who include you in their act at the coffee shop - go BROWN!
* eating breakfast at the house of blues during its gospel brunch. yes, it counted for faith's monthly visit to church. no arguing
* walking for hours through the french quarter, acting as touristy as possible
* laughing at crazy, drunk boys who can't take a hint during their "pick up the south african chick because she's hot and she has an accent" attempts
* making sushi with some very cool people, eating sushi at 11:30 pm, exactly 12 hours post-brunch
* whining so much at idea of walking more that sister-friend relents and says that, yes, we can just go to the bookstore and be slugs for an hour
* meeting new friends who are funny andnice (even if they do happen to look like models) - no, boys, i will not introduce you
* playing with sister-friend (rose), who is all of the above and more. i will only introduce you if i deem you worthy of her time and attention
* coming home to friends who are phenominal and are willing to trek to walmart at 10 pm to pick up blue dye for me so that i don't back out of the "for every class that passes, i'll put in a streak" bet
* lying in bed, relaxing, reading, fulfilling typical social life expectations (see last post)