Sooo… I took a bus tour in New Orleans. Look, I know what you’re thinking: A bus tour? Really? But hear me out. New Orleans is a hotbed of culture, history, and voodoo-adjacent spookiness. And how else was I supposed to soak it all in while digesting 3,000 calories of beignets? So yes, we boarded the bus, listened to our microphone-wielding guide, and rolled through the city in air-conditioned comfort. And yes, I fell asleep. (Don’t judge me; I’m powered by sugar and vibes, and sometimes the sugar runs out.) But when we stopped at one of those iconic cemeteries, the whole