Sometimes it’s nice to stay home and take your vacation there. And it’s even nicer when you get to stay and call the Monteleone your home for the weekend.
My mom came in for a short visit; she might have stayed back in Texas had she known all the non-stop fun we were going to have.
As soon as she landed, I took her to see the house we just finished remodeling. She “oohhhed” and “aahhed” and that was the only productive thing we did all weekend. After that we checked in and the weekend became a blur of cocktails and restaurants.
We twirled around the Carousel Bar, had Gin Fizzes at the Sazerac (I actually had two because my mom did not care for hers), oysters at Cafe Amelie and Pimms at The Columns.
We wandered the French Quarter, stopped in Lafitte’s (the oldest bar in America, not to mention where someone is now the proud new owner of my credit card), went to the open air French Market along with more general touristy shenanigans.
And in the end as much as I hated to see her go, my liver needed a much deserved break and I was ready to get out of the French Quarter.
A little bit of that place goes a looong way.