When In Rome…
What to do. What to do? Krüde finds himself roughly 1200
miles from home with a beautiful woman, a half bottle of Wild Turkey 101
In my belly and Cajun vibes coursing through my being. And writing a
blog while partying for 4 days. Yes, it’s NOLA time again for me. On school
nights too. Boo fucking hoo. Ha!
Going back to New Orleans during a worldwide pandemic
was a much needed excursion. My lady had never been here before. The weather is
in the low 70’s. More bars and restaurants have reopened. And what better time
to get loaded on company time than now? Preach Brother Krüde. Preach
When yer chick hasn’t even a slightly passing interest in
buying lingerie, buy the girl some sexy skivvies anyway. Let her know how
hot she is. Then have your way with a camera . I did. With permission. Of
course. Except my girl really digs getting her perfect figure into pricey undies.
All good. Really all fucking good. Thank you Trashy Diva shop the kinky
threads (or lack of).
Krüde had to corrupt the lady in his life with absinthe. Picked
up this bottle and brown bagged it while staggering through the streets of the French
Quarter. She was an absinthe virgin. Now she’s a full blown vet. She
matched me swig for swig. Damn. She did have a swell teacher (Krüde pats
self on back)
Last summer when I was in NOLA it was around 95 degrees with
80% humidity everyday. Dripped sweat from every pore every minute being
outdoors during that trip. Still, it was hedonistic fun. Moisture wicking underwear
by Adidas earned my respect that trip
Travel tip: always order food that the locals have
perfected. Saves a lot of grief
What would a Krùde Experience blog be without some serious skin attached to it? Well most of my blogs don’t contain any happy skin pics. But this one does. Enjoy!
A bay breeze ain’t a sea breeze
KK
@kapn_krude