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It was bizarre to see x's spray-painted on the fronts of entire rows and rows of houses. It was sad to see the word "help" on the rooves of buildings. It was scary to see entire neighborhoods that looked like ghost towns, FEMA trailers everywhere, shattered windows and debris and tarps and depression and businesses that have never re-opened.
The French Quarter, the Garden District and Downtown are all relatively untouched, full of tourists and partiers, beer and hand grenades and drunk people, fights and boobs and vomit and piss. IT IS SO AWESOME.
We ate so much good food, shrimp po' boys and red beans and rice and cajun meat pies seafood gumbo. WE DRANK, people, oh boy, yes we did. We spent time with two of my favorite people in the world, one of whom just got a belt buckle that says "MFA", which stands for "Motha Fuckin' Artists". All in all, it was a wonderful trip.
And, hey, our car didn't burst into flames. Score.