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.