Where else would thousands of strangers gather on a day where the heat index breaks 100 degrees, underage drinking is promoted in all the best ways, and grossly straight men bare the undeniable confidence boost that is a red dress? Bourbon Street, baby.
The Red Dress Run is a local celebrity. Given that my point of reference for social media followers goes about as deep as my Snapchat DMs, I think it's safe to say this post will need a little back story for my out-of-towners. This is a charity event that started in 1994 as a supporter of breast cancer research. The run has since broaden its horizons to include other charities. Essentially, a bunch of men (and women) put on skimpy red dresses and run around New Orleans in the August heat while fiercely day drinking. Given that the city collectively cracks open a cold one at about 9:00 am, and the run doesn't officially start until 12:30pm, you can already get a damn good sense of what we are dealing with here... God, I love New Orleans.
So, now for the fun part. I eagerly woke up on Saturday morning at 7:00am. Baby's First Red Dress Run. However, I was promptly ridiculed by my brother and all of his friends that I wasn't even wearing a red dress. Touché. Rompers > Dresses. And I will just go on record that this event is all I could have ever dreamed it to be. Talk about sights.
You have to start the day off classy, girls. So, mimosas at sunrise it is. Then you move into New Orleans roots with daiquiris and from then on.. who even cares anymore?? Thanks to some friends of friends we were gifted some GORG balcony passes on top of Maison Bourbon, sponsored by Redd's Apple Ale. And it wouldn't be a trip to Bourbon without taking some hot pics on the Saints and Sinners velvet couches. (Thank you Lindsey for the promo shots <3) Felipe's tastes one million times better than it ever has before and Popeyes is simply just walking distance from you at all times. Who could ask for anything more?
All in all I had an amazing first run that ended in an insane reunion of old friends. I swear this city gets smaller and smaller everyday (Erosion is real. Fix the pumps.) But I am so grateful to be so close and connected with so many amazing people who really just know how to have a great time. It may be hot. It may be humid. But if there is one thing we New Orleanians know how to do well, it's how to stay hydrated. Drink up my friends, and pack up those gowns until next year.
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