Momma’s in Mobile.
She’s headed this way.
She’s never been to Nola.
She’s staying at my place.
And my fridge is empty.

My goal for the next 48 hours: Show her how New Orleans is magical. Avoid the quarter at any point past 10:30pm. Hope drunks don’t yell outside my window at 3am after leaving the “WineLoftofMerriment” across the street. To finish that laundry over there.
Be with me. All New Orleans vibes unite and direct your motion toward Julia. Cause Momma’s in Mobile…and she’s coming round the mountain.

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