SLOMW | New Orleans
You didn’t hear it from us—but word on the street is, a certain circle of modestly dressed, expertly lip-lined ladies from Utah decided to trade their carpool schedules for cocktails and a little cabaret. That’s right: The Secret Lives of Mormon Wives (you know who you are) just touched down in New Orleans for a girls’ trip that’s equal parts sisterhood and seduction.
A French Quarter Home with Just Enough Privacy
Tucked down a vine-covered alley, behind a wrought-iron gate and past a whispering courtyard fountain, the ladies checked into a gorgeous rental home in the heart of the French Quarter. Think: exposed brick, chandeliers, long velvet drapes, and a kitchen that was used expertly—by the hired professional chef to cook some New Orleans inspired cuisine.
The AllWays Lounge & Cabaret
At the top of their secret to-do list? A night at The AllWays Lounge & Cabaret. Let’s just say... the Book of Mormon doesn’t cover this kind of scripture.
From the second they walked through the velvet-curtained entrance, it was clear they were not in Utah anymore. The music pulsed. The rhinestones dazzled. And the performers? Let’s just say they could teach a masterclass in confidence, costume changes, and creative pasties.
Sweet Strolls on Decatur Street
One golden morning, the ladies buttoned up their cardigans and set off down Decatur Street, skirts catching the breeze, the air thick with jazz and powdered sugar. It was a sensory baptism—street performers on every corner, antique stores calling their names, and the promise of deep-fried holiness waiting at the end of the road.
When the Café du Monde beignets landed—pillowy, warm, drowning in powdered sugar—there was a reverent silence... followed by pictures and at least one powdered-sugar-on-black-skirt crisis.
🎒 Planning Your Own Secret Saints Getaway?
Here’s how to channel their energy:
Stay: Find a moody, historic Airbnb near the Quarter. Bonus points for clawfoot tubs and a balcony.
Do: Book front-row seats at AllWays Lounge & Cabaret.
Eat: Beignets at Café du Monde by morning. Virgin blood bags at Vampire Apothecary by night.
Pack: Pastels. Lip gloss. Sequins for solidarity.
In New Orleans, everyone lives a double life. And for one unforgettable weekend, so did the wives.
