WHAT I DID DURING THE BGWH STRIKE PART 1: I WENT TO NEW ORLEANS FOR CLAY'S BACHELOR PARTY

I made my first-ever Fun Trip to New Orleans last month. That place is exactly as advertised - so much Deep South charm and so much danger around every corner. We were there for 3 days, and I'm not sure if I found a single thing that could be considered illegal.

Lee and I went down for our boy (or "beau" if you know about that) Clay's bachelor party and, while I can't share many details about the trip for fear of getting fired, arrested, killed, disowned, slapped, abandoned, or deported..., I can share a few photographs with you:

Friday night was Wear Your Sunday Best:


Saturday featured a beaulicious video presentation, all we needed was some Sarah McLachlan to really get it poppin'. And by "it poppin'", I mean "tears flowing like a bunch of little girls with skinned knees." Anyway, I broke out the event shirts at the close of presentation:


Throwing the face of the guy at the center of the party on 25 shirts is never a bad idea:


Nor is printing on bright yellow shirts for 25 guys to wear as they run wild through the French Quarter (notice the weird individual accessorizing by everyone, like some weird amalgamation of a redneck boy band):


Good times, all eclipsing one month later at the wedding - congrats and best wishes, Brittany and Clay:


Photography by Henry Baker, Bryan Glacyn, and Scothaniel Crowe.