Morgan (my co-conspirator of Arrogant Nation) captured this image at just after 6 am on Sunday morning in front of the firehouse we rented to stay in to celebrate my friend getting married. What I know for sure is that we had just walked home through the French Quarter passed a park and there were people sleeping in the streets. It was dirty and smelly, but it was truly great. Bachelor parties are like Fight Club in that the first rule is basically, don’t talk about them, even if you stayed home, played checkers and ate charcuterie all night like a couple of total clowns.
So all I will say is we found the South, we found the big brass music, we recharged our batteries by completely draining them and we laughed our asses off for three straight days in deep humidity where the heat indexes reached over 155 degrees. Battle hard, bright eyed bearfighter.
I’m ready for autumn and football.