Early last September I flew to New Orleans from North Carolina for a trip that lasted less than 24 hours. I was paying a visit to one of my best friends who lived in a fantastic loft right off Bourbon Street. He had lured me to town for this irrationally short trip with the promise of Southern Decadence - an annual six day pride event that has been running in the city since 1972.
Although he attempted to warn me of the debauchery that was to ensue at NOLA's pride-Mardi Gras of sorts, I still found myself wide-eyed and jaw-dropped at the events that followed. It might have been a brief one, but that not-quite-24 hour trip was full of some of the most energetic, colorful, and downright decadent memories of late.
View the gallery below of my turn and burn trip: