Mola in Nola

We’re South Louisiana. We’re not much on formalities like that so we wanted to tell you a few things about us. We’re a fiercely proud and independent people, and we don’t cotton much to outside interference, but we’re not ashamed to accept help when we need it. Just don’t get carried away. For instance, once we get around to fishing, don’t try to tell us what kind of lures work best in your waters. We’re not going to listen. We’re stubborn that way.


You probably already know that we talk funny and listen to strange music and eat things you’d probably hire an exterminator to get out of your yard. We dance even if there’s no radio. We drink at funerals. We talk too much and laugh too loud and live too large and, frankly, we’re suspicious of others who don’t.


We love Louisiana with a ferocity that borders on the pathological. Sometimes we bury our dead in LSU sweatshirts. Often we don’t make sense. And as bad as it is, many of us cannot fathom a life outside of our border, out in that place we call Elsewhere. The only way you could understand that is if you have been there, and so many of you have. So you realize that when you strip away all the craziness and bars and parades and music and architecture and all that hooey, really, the best thing about where we come from is us. We are what made this place a national treasure. We’re good people. And don’t be afraid to ask us how to pronounce our names. It happens all the time.


When you meet us now and you look into our eyes, you will see the saddest story ever told. But don’t pity us. We’re resilient. After all, we’ve been rooting for the Saints for 35 years. That’s got to count for something. OK, maybe something else you should know is that we make jokes at inappropriate times. But what the hell. And one more thing: In our part of the country, we’re used to having visitors. It’s our way of life. That is our promise. That is our faith.

Chris Rose, The Times-Piccayune (via thispredictablelife)
Love.

Love.

You know, alligator nuisance control.

You know, alligator nuisance control.

The sky was crazy and beautiful today when I was in Matairie. Maybe God was angry because I went Metairie.

The sky was crazy and beautiful today when I was in Matairie. Maybe God was angry because I went Metairie.

While this isn’t technically in NOLA, I feel like if I can drive to it and I took the picture, then it’s fair game! Oak Alley Plantation is weird and gross because they don’t discuss the slave issue at all and ewwwww, but it certainly is beautiful to look at. 

While this isn’t technically in NOLA, I feel like if I can drive to it and I took the picture, then it’s fair game! 
Oak Alley Plantation is weird and gross because they don’t discuss the slave issue at all and ewwwww, but it certainly is beautiful to look at. 

My mister caught a lightening strike over the French Quarter.

My mister caught a lightening strike over the French Quarter.

Dim Sum and Then Some pop up at the Joint is no joke. We ate the food too quickly to get photos of it, so here’s a picture of my delicious drink!

Dim Sum and Then Some pop up at the Joint is no joke. We ate the food too quickly to get photos of it, so here’s a picture of my delicious drink!

The irony of the Gulf of Mexico exhibit at the aquarium being sponsored by BP and oil companies is not lost on me.

The irony of the Gulf of Mexico exhibit at the aquarium being sponsored by BP and oil companies is not lost on me.

This house in the LGD must have been gorgeous in its heyday.

This house in the LGD must have been gorgeous in its heyday.

I love the Sailor Jerry car.

I love the Sailor Jerry car.