NOLA bike art.  (at Lilly’s CAFE)

NOLA bike art. (at Lilly’s CAFE)

2 weeks ago 5 notes
The lobby of the hotel I’m staying at strikes me as something Ron Burgundy would enjoy. Hell, he may have even designed it. I love it.  (at Gild Hall - a Thompson Hotel)

The lobby of the hotel I’m staying at strikes me as something Ron Burgundy would enjoy. Hell, he may have even designed it. I love it. (at Gild Hall - a Thompson Hotel)

2 weeks ago 18 notes
Obligatory Meatball Shop meal shot to fill all my Meatball Shop fan friends back in NOLA with envy. @meatballers (at The Meatball Shop)

Obligatory Meatball Shop meal shot to fill all my Meatball Shop fan friends back in NOLA with envy. @meatballers (at The Meatball Shop)

2 weeks ago 12 notes
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Hello there, old friend. (at Old Sichuan Cuisine)

Hello there, old friend. (at Old Sichuan Cuisine)

2 weeks ago 4 notes
Did someone say “pies?” (at Steve’s Authentic Key Lime Pie)

Did someone say “pies?” (at Steve’s Authentic Key Lime Pie)

2 weeks ago 13 notes
Watching the NYC fireworks from @lock and @lindseygreen’s rooftop and the Brooklyn Bridge is on fire.

Watching the NYC fireworks from @lock and @lindseygreen’s rooftop and the Brooklyn Bridge is on fire.

2 weeks ago 9 notes
American pie.

American pie.

3 weeks ago 10 notes
Last week Saz’s vet found a tumor growing on one of his back legs. “I can’t tell what this is but I’m concerned about it,” he told me. And so it came to be that on Thursday of last week the vet performed a biopsy, cutting out a chunk of the tumor to send to a pathologist to determine if it was cancerous or not. The vet said he’d have the results back on Monday or Tuesday of this week. So after a long, anxiety-filled weekend, Monday came and went — no word. Then Tuesday came around — still no word from the pathologist. Near the end of the day the vet called. “I still haven’t heard anything,” he said. “I know you’re on pins and needles…I am too…he’s one of my favorite dogs we see at the clinic. I’m going to call you the second I get the report.” Finally, at 2:32pm CST today, he called and I answered before the first ring could finish. “Hot off the presses…it’s not cancer,” the vet said. I pretty much collapsed and immediately began bawling happy tears right there on the phone. Not thinking about worst case scenarios had become increasingly harder with each passing day and I’d taken to telling friends that if I lost this dog in this moment in time I’d probably just go for a leisurely stroll directly into the Mississippi River and let its currents sweep me out to sea. I suppose this was one of those times where life not-so-subtlety reminds you not to take the things you love for granted, for they can all be taken away in an instant. Meanwhile, Saz hasn’t left my side since I took the call from his vet. He’s been doing this thing he does (like in this photo) where he comes over and just locks eyes with me and won’t let go. I told someone recently that I really think he talks to me with his eyes. He tells me things. And it often feels as though he’s looking into my eyes so I can tell him things as well. That said, I imagine this afternoon my eyes are telling him something along the lines of, “We got lucky this time, buddy. I love you.”

Last week Saz’s vet found a tumor growing on one of his back legs. “I can’t tell what this is but I’m concerned about it,” he told me. And so it came to be that on Thursday of last week the vet performed a biopsy, cutting out a chunk of the tumor to send to a pathologist to determine if it was cancerous or not. The vet said he’d have the results back on Monday or Tuesday of this week. So after a long, anxiety-filled weekend, Monday came and went — no word. Then Tuesday came around — still no word from the pathologist. Near the end of the day the vet called. “I still haven’t heard anything,” he said. “I know you’re on pins and needles…I am too…he’s one of my favorite dogs we see at the clinic. I’m going to call you the second I get the report.” Finally, at 2:32pm CST today, he called and I answered before the first ring could finish. “Hot off the presses…it’s not cancer,” the vet said. I pretty much collapsed and immediately began bawling happy tears right there on the phone. Not thinking about worst case scenarios had become increasingly harder with each passing day and I’d taken to telling friends that if I lost this dog in this moment in time I’d probably just go for a leisurely stroll directly into the Mississippi River and let its currents sweep me out to sea. I suppose this was one of those times where life not-so-subtlety reminds you not to take the things you love for granted, for they can all be taken away in an instant. Meanwhile, Saz hasn’t left my side since I took the call from his vet. He’s been doing this thing he does (like in this photo) where he comes over and just locks eyes with me and won’t let go. I told someone recently that I really think he talks to me with his eyes. He tells me things. And it often feels as though he’s looking into my eyes so I can tell him things as well. That said, I imagine this afternoon my eyes are telling him something along the lines of, “We got lucky this time, buddy. I love you.”

3 weeks ago 83 notes
Yes, please.  (at Elizabeth’s Restaurant)

Yes, please. (at Elizabeth’s Restaurant)

3 weeks ago 24 notes
Saz had to have surgery yesterday and now he has to wear this giant cone head thing because he can’t resist licking his wound and now he’s probably the saddest dog in the whole, wide world.

Saz had to have surgery yesterday and now he has to wear this giant cone head thing because he can’t resist licking his wound and now he’s probably the saddest dog in the whole, wide world.

4 weeks ago 17 notes
Magazine Street at dusk. #thestreetiliveon #myhood (at Lower Garden District, New Orleans)

Magazine Street at dusk. #thestreetiliveon #myhood (at Lower Garden District, New Orleans)

The bar at my gym. Did I tell you guys my gym has a bar? No, not a juice bar — an actual fucking bar. A booze bar. So there’s that! #nola  (at New Orleans Athletic Club)

The bar at my gym. Did I tell you guys my gym has a bar? No, not a juice bar — an actual fucking bar. A booze bar. So there’s that! #nola (at New Orleans Athletic Club)

1 month ago 43 notes #nola
Saz at the Farmer’s Market. (at Crescent City Farmers Market)

Saz at the Farmer’s Market. (at Crescent City Farmers Market)

1 month ago 19 notes
Fried chicken and red beans and rice at Fiorella’s while “Hero” by Enrique Iglesias plays overhead? Pretty damn perfect Friday night if you ask me! (at Fiorella’s Cafe)

Fried chicken and red beans and rice at Fiorella’s while “Hero” by Enrique Iglesias plays overhead? Pretty damn perfect Friday night if you ask me! (at Fiorella’s Cafe)

1 month ago 16 notes