#this reminds me i need to get back on my murderfish bullshit

[the-everqueen]

🌹!

Bev always assumed her first experience of New Orleans would be as a tourist during Mardi Gras. She’d finally use her vacation time for something besides a cousin’s wedding, or that godawful family cruise where Mom spent the entire time bitching to her about everything the aunties did. She would go on the stupid ghost tours in the French Quarter. She would get drunk like she hadn’t since undergrad. She would come home with a million bead necklaces.