New Orleans, why do I love thee. Let me count the ways:
1. Two dollar taco and beer night at the Rum House on Tuesdays. Any beer. Any taco.
2. The Hustler store in the French Quarter where with every purchase you get a free gift in the form of a sparkly vibrator.
3. Pisco sours at Cure. Yes, they are snoottttaaay. Yes, the drinks are too small. However, the pisco sour is truly one of the best I’ve ever had.
4. Brooklyn Summer Ale. Holy god. If I had the money I would fill a giant swimming pool with you and bathe in a river of golden liquid.
5 – 10. BARATHON! 6 bars. 6 beers. 6 miles. I loved the fact that some people really took this event seriously. Running the whole 6 miles (FREAKS), while my group of friends chose to come in not quite last and stop along the way for some chicken quesadillas and fries. Oh, and cigars (These do not count as cigarettes because they are cigars.) at Dos Jefes.