I was late thanks to work, but luckily a cold beer was waiting for me when I arrived thanks to my oh-so-thoughtful roomie.
We missed over half of the (ridiculously fast) game thanks to a snails pace line at Ben’s Chili Dog. Let me just tell you, all the salt built up from the long line completely melted once I took the first bite into the Half Smoke…my goodness, it was nearly a religious experience.
There’s no chance that I could wait long enough to photograph prior to eating and during consumption, I looked something like a toddler at their one-year old bday party…completely covered with food. (Yeah, I know, attractive) So big shout out to the Internet for having a few photos for my post.
Landing in New Orleans to feel the warm dense-with-humidity air does something for your soul. We were alive at the first step. You’re greeted not only by the warm air, but also the sounds of New Orleans Cajun music and the smells of well spiced seafood.
One airport meet up with three other girls, a cab ride with a true creole local (understood roughly half of what he said), and a quick freshen up later we hit the ground running.
First things first…LUNCH
Muffaletta Sandwich (NOLA staple with Italian meats and a wicked olive mix) consumed al fresco with a great jazz band at our back. (I’m on the right for any newbies out there)
After a full lunch it was time to walk some of it off and enjoy the city. We walked through the French Market (large flea/farmers market in the French Quarter) and then wandered around trying to find our future home and a maybe a glimpse of Brad and Angelina’s place. Thank you celebrity magazines for making stalkers out of us all.
Then it was back to the hotel to pick up the last two ladies and our BACHELORETTE! First order of business? As if you don’t know….
Hurricane’s at Pat O’s obviously.
Group shot on the Patio at Pat O’s. Gorgeous afternoon surrounded by friends catching up. All with remnants of a St. Patrick’s Day celebration.
What would a girls trip be without a t-shirt buy? Our bachelorette modeling our new t’s, ‘I just got ShamROCKED at Pat O’Brians’…classic.
Approx 1.5 Hurricane’s in each the stories began and an old friend came to bite me in the butt. The baby photo from hell. In preparation for a baby shower in December where each guest was asked to bring a baby picture of themselves for a guessing game - my mom, BFF and I were rummaging through my old baby pics and came across a truly HORRIBLE picture. Seriously y’all, close up, this thing looks like I was a…special child. I’ve got the goofiest grin, can’t hold my head up, and my arms are completely disproportionate. So being the good friend that she is, my BFF confiscated the picture and now keeps it in her wallet for times of maximum embarrassment. This, of course, was one of those times.
We went around the whole table…everyone trying their hand at a recreation. At the end we were literally in tears, were laughing so hard.
BUT, all good things must come to an end and sadly (thank the lord) the picture was tucked away and we headed to watch the Heels game.
We landed at LaBayou restaurant where we had a great meal, actually won the game, and managed one sassy waiter.
All while falling in love with one of my fave’s, and a local to NOLA, the Abita brewery:
After dinner it was back to the hotel to change clothes and head out for the night.
It’s important for you to keep up with your friends love situations so you don’t have to put your foot in the mouth.
While trying to plan a weekend trip to DC for Subject 1’s bday, a summer beach trip came up for discussion. Subject 1 asked whether this would be a ‘couples-type’ of weekend (she believes she’s the last single girl left on the face of the planet and no one else has ever been single before). I inquired about her most recent suitor…doh.
Insert foot in mouth. Luckily my bestie (Brenna) was there to warn me immediately not to go any deeper and armed me with rapid forwards of past emails to our whole listserv (that I didn’t read throughly) concerning the break up.
Bless her, shame on me.
Waiting on the explanatory email and phone call to follow from Subject 1.
“OH MY GOSH, Slim’s is a must do. Get a New Orleans Slammer…you(r hangover) won’t regret it. Or the chocolate chip pancakes. Or, you know, just bring me with you and we can eat the whole menu together! AH. SO JEALOUS! Have so much fun!”—
Bachelorette party this coming weekend in New Orleans. Small group of 7, lots of fun girls. We have most of our plans (Hotel in the FQ, Commanders Palace brunch, ACME oyster house dinner, UNC tourney viewing, Pat O’Brians, Cats Meow, Hotel Monteleone for drinks, Cafe DuMonde etc.)
Any suggestions from the tumblr world of things we should add to the itinerary?
(Picture above was the location/save the date announcement sent out to invitees)