SURVIDED NEW ORLEANS, THE TRUE SIN CITY
It wasn’t an easy job but we can now say that we’ve survived a crazy Southern weekend-wedding in the land of music, the Saints, oyster po’boys, & never ending bourbon…
3 days, 6 planes, no more than 10 hours sleep combined, & a blown brain gasket are some of the statistics so far. We will be able to have a more determined analysis on the damage later this week… but meanwhile What The Fuck!! We went there to have fun and so we did!
Nola is the True Sin City, and not that silly concrete resort in the middle of the desert. Her streets are scattered with, (Hell Entrance like), troubadours, you can buy high octane alcohol anywhere anytime & seafood is always there to prevent you from passing out. Great place to get lost and disappear if you ever need to. Said this, we’ll let the pictures do the talking but only after thanking everybody there for being so great and Mr Trent Wrecker (Biker Extraordinaire) himself, for taking so good care of our troubled minds in the sweet city of hell… Special kudos to you bandido!
