Absinthe and Chicory: Sixteen Hours in New Orleans

New Orleans, LA: March, 2017 “No strippers” I said again, and Derek, in charge of the planning and more bashful than most when it pertains to the indecorous, was immensely relieved. Carter on the other hand flashed a wry smile, the facial equivalent of air quotes and repeated, “gotcha. No strippers.” “We mean it, Carter.Continue reading “Absinthe and Chicory: Sixteen Hours in New Orleans”