On a whim, my friend, Chandler, and I took off to New Orleans for one last adventure together before he took off for new ones in Portland. We danced our hearts out to some top-notch jazz, walked for what seemed like hours admiring the architecture, ate sinfully delicious beignets (pro tip: avoid powdered sugar while wearing black pants), and climbed in a tree with more years to its name than our country. The city opened its arms to us and allowed us to thrive and feed ourselves with its energy. A quick two days it was, but what memories they gave.
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