After spending a week in New Orleans with my friends, I needed a break from the action. I thought, “Where is the closest place, I can go to get a decent drink.
” I looked out of the hotel room at Chilis. Well now here I am sipping on my Margarita (wasn’t the worst thing if you know what I mean).
I order some fries knowing I wouldn’t be here in a peaceful place for long.
You’re probably thinking,
“Isabella what did you do during the week before going to Chilis.”