Good lawd Jeezus I'm sho excited as a hog in heaven to head to Loozana this weekend and soak up some Southen Decadence. It's been over a decade since I've visited the Big Easy, and what better time to see the city of jazz during the gayest weekend of the year!
New Orleans serves as hostess Labor Day weekend for a series of dances, parties, and overall debauchery. The roots of Decadence go back to August 1972, when a group of 40–50 friends started a party and gave it a theme. They called it "Southern Decadence Party: Come As Your Favorite Southern Decadent." Guests and everyone who attended were required to come dressed as a decadent Southerner.
This weekend, I'll be flying out with my amazing friends Sash and Brandon and we plan to embark on a gorgeous mission of fabulousness and a weekend of thrills and drills!
Once we arrive, mi bonito amigo Shane will join us for cocktails on Bourbon and two other fantastic friends, DJ and Halim, will surely be meeting up with us at some point to murder some drinks and destroy the dance-floor! (In a metaphorical, non-hurricanian way.)
New Orleans--get ready. The French Quarter won't be the same after we leave. Because we are coming big but we aren't coming easy!
