I'm Thrifting for Whimsy: I need more attention

I don't have my own camera at the moment...or since forever ago. So these photos were taken by my lovely Aunt Brenda, the baddest bitch in town. She was kind enough to allow me to steal all the photos from her camera and utilize them for my own life!
So here is a narrative of N'awlins through the eyes of a ginger.

If I ever had a restaurant, I'd name it this. As a matter of fact, they probably named it after me.

Pierre Maspero's had a glorious drink selection. Above we have Crescent City Sunrise, Green Gator, Grey Goose Pear Lemonade, Voodoo Juice (my drink of choice), and another Green Gator. I didn't like any of them, OF COURSE.

Here we have a couple Hurricanes at Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop. The location filled with SPOOKS, and the grossest bathroom in the world. There was toilet paper gobbed all over the floor, so naturally that's what you use. It was an awesome bar though, I'd go back for sure. And those drinks...they were classy.
What follows are some glory photos from our experience at Lafitte's.

If you are asking if that is a hair beard and some crazy eyes, you are correct. That's what's happening.

Oh it's time for some gross faces!
Also, some votive action:

Kelsey and Grandma both ordered the giant food platters. Needless to say, grams needed some assistance finishing the sucker, but Kelsey persevered (I am so proud!).
Oh yayyyy, Bourbon Street! These are pretty self explanatory:

OHH, and here is that broken foot, fresh after the fall.

Moving on,

We got the BEST pizza in the world, but they told us Jen couldn't have any...

So we took the cripple on a trip(ple) and then she became our pimp at the Spanish Plaza.

At our last food stop, they apparently knew I needed two drinks. AKA, they messed up the drinks and gave mine to Kimberly, so then when he brought hers, the waiter gave me a fresh one and the old one. Perfect.
Let me walk you through a photo menagerie of Cafe Du Monde Powdered Sugar Glory.