NOLA: home of the drunkest people and calmest horses I ever did see.
As my husband put it, "My ideal New Years is wandering around with you." I mean that's true in more ways than I could ever get into here. As they say, "you just said a mouthful."
A related point: we are too old for this kind of night:
So we rung in the new year on a corner listening to this band:
A lot of dancing in the street.
The band had two-legged and four-legged fans.
Obviously this wasn't the only thing we did. The themes of the trip were eating, drinking, and bands.
Also these horses, who I am just head over heels for.
Lots of bands.
(For reference/sizing, they really are Huge Ass Beers.)