How can you tell summer is over in New Orleans?
Well it’s Labor Day weekend and that means it’s Southern Decadence here in the Crescent City. Last year, as I was coming out of a store in the Quarter, I ran into a group of 20-something year old beautiful men – having forgotten it was Southern Decadence, I thought for a moment I was on a different planet. I thanked them all for beautifying our streets.
Truly summer is over when the parties begin in earnest and Southern Decadence kicks off an almost nine month wonderland of small to large festivals and holidays that are unrivaled in the world – which helped nickname New Orleans, the City that Care Forgot.
On Friday late in the afternoon, I’m picking up D, who was my best man when Steve and I got married (my maid of honor couldn’t make it to San Francisco), at the airport and after stopping by the LaLa for T’s famous vodka tonics, we’ll bring him right into the mayhem that will have already descended on the Quarter.