09/22/2025
This was the worst hangover ever, ever, ever.
Ever.
Well, we did it. I still can’t believe it. Our buddy Amanda came down to pick us up in Morgan City, and from there we headed to New Orleans for a photo shoot with the Audubon Society. That night, we made good on the promise we’d made to the lockmaster in Minneapolis—we went to Pat O’Brien’s and drank hurricanes until our tongues turned red.
Amanda and Jess wisely called it a night, while I unwisely chose to trade shots with some Irish dudes for the next couple of hours, an ill-conceived plan at best. I somehow made it back to our hotel and ended up in the bathtub, room spinning, hoping and praying for some benevolent being to strike me down where I lay. Sorry, ladies.
Mississippi River Book release: Mid October