The Summer Is Over: Emotional Detox In Progress

Part 1 of 2

Returning home from Southern Decadence is like coming down off an incredible high where everything looked better, sounded better and felt better. Or not so much better, as much as different.

Recovery is always a bitch and the self-debrief can be somewhat overwhelming. All of the great memories that you’re trying to store up are mixed with the late arriving memories that you didn’t even know you had. Putting the pieces together can be a challenge, especially when you probably should just pass out and wake up twelve hours from now. But the pieces are too intriguing for you to let them lay dormant just yet.

I found myself incredibly emotional toward the city of New Orleans. The last night of our “tour”, I even proclaimed my love for it during a “tribute to the city” video montage downstairs at the Pub. It just goes to show you that you can’t control who or what you love. Further evidence of my love came while leaving the hotel for the airport. My eyes became all watery, I was a wreck. Now I know I’ve never been in a love with a man, because I’ve never felt that feeling about one before!

Here are some pics to sustain my blog addiction until Part Two arrives:

1. Me (the B-day boi)
2. Me & My Ramada Roomie (JK)
3. MS, BC & JT (the District boys)
4. The New NYC Friend (RO)
5. The Local Reunion (AR)