This is no ordinary love

Being in love is fun. I don't know how we're going to make it work but I know there is a happy ending for us.




I spent the past four days in New Orleans with my brother, James, and my dad. It was a trip for the ages, practically every moment just felt soaked in fate. I had the best talks with my brother of my life thus far, and my dad was so happy the whole time. Bourbon St. in full revelry was scary and exciting. Seeing the French Quarter in an alcohol haze, walking to the swung beats of dixieland bands, eating beignets with James at midnight at Cafe Du Monde, talking in our rooftop hot tub til well after sunrise, the roar of the superdome, and the thick swampy fog of lake ponchetrain... all of these memories I will hold close for as long as I'm able. My beloved Hogs lost a close and hard fought game, but I'm still proud of them and my fellow statesmen for taking New Orleans by storm and turning The Big Easy into The Pig Easy for a week. We may have lost the game, but we sure as hell won the party.

A video my brother took right before The Sugar Bowl.

"If you don't fuck wit' me, then I don't fuck witchu"