Get out of this place.

Stoked to have London in town. And judging by the fist pump she has going in this photo, I think she’s excited to be watching Glen David Andrews at d.b.a. with Liz, Rich and me.

New Orleans, Louisiana. 5.14.2012.

Glen David Andrews, you’re one crazy diva. But I’ll be damned if you can’t make Monday worth looking forward to.

New Orleans, Louisiana. 5.7.2012.

“I swear, I’m going to tackle the alley this weekend, Honey,” said the man on Dauphine Street.

New Orleans, Louisiana. 5.4.2012.

Everything seems to be going as planned over at Jazz Fest.

New Orleans, Louisiana. 4.29.2012.

It’s spring! I know because if I can stall long enough in the mornings now, Liz doesn’t make me run because it gets good and hot before noon. And also the flowers everywhere give it away.

New Orleans, Louisiana. 4.19.2012.

Liz and I needed to get away from the tourists of the Quarter, so we decided to take in the view of NOLA Navy Week’s fireworks from Algiers Point, where even the massive swarms of mosquitoes are local.

New Orleans, Louisiana. 4.18.2012.

Liz and Kaia and I decided to go for a walk this afternoon, but we didn’t know where we were going. We ended up walking from our place in the Quarter, up St. Charles Avenue, stopping for ice cream in the park, grabbing some food at the Riverbend, and then walking back down St. Charles. In our roughly twelve-mile hike, the coolest thing we probably saw was not the view of the Mississippi, nor the 100-year anniversary party going on at Loyola University, but this random couple in the open first-floor window of this building, dancing to no music in casual shorts and t-shirts.

A Tumblr acquaintance recently suggested his followers read a great article on Slate.com about walking and I would encourage the same. It’s amazing how enjoyable a simple walk can be. Spending tonight walking the length of St. Charles with two of my favorite beings on the planet was the best night I’ve had in a long time. I feel that the experience brought the three of us closer to each other, and also to the city that we live in. And burning the calories probably did me no harm whatsoever.

New Orleans, Louisiana. 4.14.2012.

Sometimes when I’m walking through the Quarter at night, I peek through the little holes in the fences to see what life is like back there. And then sometimes I see awesome places where a Lexus is parked and I think if I drove a Lexus I would have an awesome place too. And then I get on my bike, whipping in and out of jammed traffic, brushing inches from stumbling tourists, until I get home, and I know that I wouldn’t trade any of what I have for a Lexus in a perfectly lit driveway, but it’s pretty to look at sometimes.

New Orleans, Louisiana. 3.8.2012.

My sexagenarian neighbor decided she’d had enough with everyone else in the building being loud yesterday (Mardi Gras), so she started throwing things into the courtyard tonight—like this shelving unit and lamp. She also threw all of her dishes against the brick wall. It was probably the best video footage I’ve ever taken. She bolted once we called the cops, who said they couldn’t do much since they were her dishes. However, for curiosity’s sake, they’d like to come upstairs and watch the video. That’s when I realized I never actually hit the record button. NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Just because Mardi Gras is over, it doesn’t mean that the party has to stop.

New Orleans, Louisiana. 2.22.2012.

Charbroiled oysters at Drago’s. My God.

New Orleans, Louisiana. 1.16.2012.