(Source: Houston Chronicle, June 5, 2015)
NEW ORLEANS - The last time I went on a girlfriend getaway, I wound up - unexpectedly, to be sure - sharing a moonlit sulphur bath with nudists at a yoga retreat in California.
So, ironically, the idea of girls' trip to New Orleans, where the good times always roll, seemed much more tame. A short flight (or five-hour drive) from Houston, followed by a few days of fabulous food, creative cocktails and fun? Perfect. Reconnaissance was needed.