In 1991, I made my first trip to New Orleans. A girlfriend and I spontaneously drove 15 hours south from Virginia, for Mardi Gras. I remember walking around downtown in awe of the uninhibited exuberance, the flashing of breasts and world-class drinking, the goofiness of the costumes and the giddiness...
Posted August 29, 2007 | 12:00 PM (EST)