New Years Eve in New Orleans was fantastic. Bourbon Street was just as I imagined it to be; sorta ghetto, sorta trashy, sorta great.
Because NYE also happens to be my cousin, Anne-Marie's, 30th birthday, we celebrated her birth as well. Because I believe all things are best celebrated with commemorative t-shirts, I had these made.
We spent the evening dancing, eating "king cake"(a New Orleans staple that I now love), and drinking (obvy).
|Dancing with my cousins. Don't be fooled by our suburban, middle class upbringing. |
We are ghetto bitches.
We also spent lots of time throwing beads to people on Bourbon street. When we ran out of beads, we threw our commemerative t-shirts.
So did this chic.
I failed to capture, however, what happened prior to this photo.
She showed us her boobs. They were big.
Let's all go ahead, right now, and make a 2012 resolution to not show our boobs. That way when you fail to go to the gym, you can say, "at least I haven't shown my boobs." Unless of course, you have. In which case, you're on your own.
Happy New Year! And Happy 30th Anne-Marie!