So Carellyn has no sisters by birth… we got bros. Bro.
But for all intensive purposes we are blessed to have FOUR sisters! They ie. the 4 Jinjes are all real sisters so we just slip into that pack discreetly. They don’t have anyone born in ’85 anyway so I guess we can’t be completely ruled out as the real deal… though the asian/white/black differentials do speak strongly in protest. IN ANY CASE! From here on out the sisterhood shall be referred to as Carellynje.
jinjes everywhere i go
One of Carellynje is getting married tomorrow! Tomorrow!!!! So today the gang went for some minor pampering in the form of manicures.
Ellen and I did some gluten-free baking last night so we could bring some goodies to the session. We baked Apple Muffins using Rice Flour and gluten-free brownies from a recipe on the internet that never actually set even though we cooked them for a good 15 minutes over time. The moral of the story is that nothing that makes your body function properly is easy to make or tastes good.
After the pamper sesh we set out to find elements of our wedding outfits, because it was only the day before. On the way we saw these two shops which really affirmed that our quest was true.
c squared and elle hard on the grind
I was in need of a dress and basically everything and Ellen was in need of shoes. Window shopping on Queen St. was fairly unsuccessful until we fought our intense hunger which was borderline hanger and trekked on to French Connection, an establishment which neither of us have ventured toward since high school. Which is an embarrassingly long time ago. Speaking further to the importance of this quest, I found the following item…
neigh neigh (look closely)
LOOK CLOSELY. and welcome to the year, of the horse, bitch.
prints of dreams
I have been waiting for this year for a while now and my impatience has been clearly manifest (Ellen’s too). Destiny is upon us!
In honor of my freshly booked upcoming trip to New Orleans for Mardis Gras I wanted to once again discuss the horses of the New Orleans PD.
Once I posted about the trillest equine – the one who casually dips into strip joints while on duty.
Well there are also some haters among those ranks. This police officer is also displaying extremely wack behaviour. Trying to hit unsuspecting innocent tourists? NOT TRILL.
haters everywhere I go
What is it with horses man? Maybe they saw me engaging in some pretty wack behaviour of my own?
also un-trill behaviour
***For the record my days of jumping into cop cars were LONG ago and are very far behind me. I’m like a responsible professional now who fears and respects the law. ***
So off to New Orleans I go, hopefully for more spirited encounters with my zany equine acquaintances! Stay tuned …
YOU KNEW THIS POST WAS COMING…
There are a lot of dope horses we encounter on a daily basis. See pictured
some of the homies
But none compare to the horses of the New Orleans Police Department (official slogan and tagline: ‘I don’t know’ eg: ‘I don’t know why the streets are blocked off,’ ‘I don’t know when the streetcars will run again,’ ‘I don’t know why you are asking me questions it is not as though I am a public servant and an officer of the law,’ etc…).
Once years ago in the seedy haze of Bourbon Street we saw a NOLA PD horse go into a strip club. Well, it tried, and it had a hard time getting through the door. But it definitely got its head in and managed to get a ‘peep’ of ‘Little Darlings.’ That’s the whole story. It really happened. Ellen’s visual recreation of that timeless moment: