FRIDAY THE 13TH EVER AFTER

From Gotham to the Gulf was how I set out my journey. I knew it should be a hot day mid August and Friday the 13th would provide my fuel. Running on absolutely no sleep I would leave my native Manhattan behind. Searching for fun and adventure & few dollars more, it was off to New Orleans. Upon first arrival, site unseen even, I was welcomed by a purple house. My sleeping chamber would also contain walls and floors of that same Royal Hue. Squitas were in a buzzing & biting frenzy, fastening up a crimson net around the bed was in high order. This canopy would supply some protection while dually making me feel like a little princess. This next month was surely going to b a challenging in more ways that one. But I was welcomed in by my housemates, two lovely women that broke out  2  bottles of Champagne, Sausages, Goat Cheese & ridgy potato chips.