Mr. Dreamy

A stud named Drew flew into New Orleans to see me this weekend. I'd say he came at a good time because things have been a little weird for me. I've been so focused on working out hard for Mardi Gras, I haven't exactly been myself.

Drew was taken aback by how quiet the Bienville house was. He had heard rumors it was a whorehouse, but found it eerily quiet when he arrived on Friday.

I whispered and pointed, "The elderly couple are in that bedroom..." He whispers back, "Do they ever come out?" I frowned and shook my head "no". In an ominous tone, I warn Drew to NOT go near their bedroom door. He shuddered and obeyed.


Outside, Drew found comfort in feeding the goats:


We did catch the Krewe du Vieux rolling in the French Quarter with it's raucous parade on Saturday night:




I had a great weekend with Drew. When I dropped him off at the airport, I couldn't help but smile. Company is ALWAYS good. :)