Tuesday, January 10, 2017

The Big Easy

Well, the New Orleans trip was a success!  We left home in the sleet but drove out of it before too long.  We had a great weekend. A really, really great weekend.  The happy couple has done most of their dating there in the Big Easy and fell in love with its food, music, and southern charm and so we braved the elements to see if it would be feasible for them to get married there. 

It's always better to visit a big city with someone who knows all the good spots and so John Samuel, who goes to school there, came in handy as our tour guide.  He took us to tucked away restaurants that we would've probably passed right by without having a "local" to advise us.  He may have "advised" us a little too well, though, as I gained 2.5 lbs. in 3 days of gumbo-ing and beignet-ing our way through town.

Anyway, the trip was wildly successful.  After traipsing all over the city and crossing the duds off the list, we now have a venue.  We have a date.  We have a preacher.  We have a caterer.  We have a florist (Not me, yay.).  We have a jazz band.  We were what you might call a "productive people".  We have a long way to go but I'm feeling a tad bit cocky after coming off such a fruitful weekend.
(Davis is the one on the right who looks like he has a lot of numbers floating around in his head.)





I also got some Christmas outdoor illumination ideas for next year.  I can't even begin to imagine how many extension cords this took as these were OAK trees not some wimpy plant material.  It was absolutely stunning!  With Davis being retired, I'm thinking he could pull this off for me.

The trip was not only productive but it also reinforced a couple of personal beliefs which I already held to be true:
1)  I was not meant to live in a large city where people are packed into street cars like a warm can of biscuits.  If I can see the nostril hair of the man pressed up next to me, something is bad wrong.  If I can feel your breath in my hair and we are not married, you are not where you belong.  I was not designed to live in such tight quarters with those I don't know.  If I can discern that your deodorant is of the powder fresh scent variety, we are entirely too close.  Period. 

2)  And no matter the down sides of New Orleans living, when the brass band blares out "When the Saints Go Marching In", well, you want to be in that number! 
And for those of you who are interested, Sugar and my mother survived the weekend without incident.  Well, except for that one time when Mama said, "Sugar, come get your food" and Sugar thought she said, "Sugar, I'm gonna get your food" and there may or may not have been some sort of  scuffle involving the baring of teeth.  But, it's one's word against the other.  It was all just a big misunderstanding, I'm sure.  I just forgot to tell Mama that she needed to really enunciate when addressing Sugar. 

Well, y'all have a good Wednesday!    





 

4 comments:

  1. The caption under the first picture made me spew the liquid I was drinking! Hilarious!!! Just had to wonder if it had just a tad of truth to it because I have TWO married daughters and I can identify with Davis.

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    1. Hahaha.....poor Davis. He just walks around with a calculator in his hand all day. He's going to get carpal tunnel. It's good to hear from a 2 time survivor, Teresa!!

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  2. The bride and groom to be are so darling together:). Wonderful news about the venue and now the fun part, finding the wedding dress!
    On a more important issue, very happy to hear about your mom and Sugar, I was greatly concerned:).
    Kathleen in Az

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    1. Thank, Kathleen. They do make a sweet couple! Got the venue AND the dress now. We are just checking things off of our list like crazy!

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