As soon as we stepped out of the airport, a blow of humidity welcomed us. We're in the bayou! We made it, even Inang survived the two and a half-hour flight to New Orleans without bathroom issues. She did it for Amber and Marc, she said.
The proud parents, Carol and PedReception was at the House of Broel, a gorgeous Victorian mansion located in the beautiful garden district. The wedding cake is a lovely three-tiered Louisiana-style King Cake a cinnamon-roll cake with sugary icing inside with traditional Mardi Gras colored sprinkles on the outside. Here we are, or some of us:
Dance away, it's your day. The groomsmen got Converse sneakers for their gift, Marc took the lead in showing them off at the dance floor.
Rehearsal dinner was at a rented circa 1880's Greek-revival house on 1448 Magazine Street where the rest of the family also stayed. We all stayed near the French Quarter and I loved it.
How about a crawfish boil? Served the traditional way, potatoes, sausages, corn and crawfish spilled along the length of newspaper-covered table, served steaming and spicy hot!!
My mission was to find a balcony and earn some beads without having to lift my shirt. After all this is not Mardi Gras. I found this store that sold them, but nah, these won't do!
Throw me something, Mister.
I was so totally into Bourbon Street. The jazz and club beats permeated the street.
Beer, beer and more beer, Huge Ass Beer.
The hot weather did not seem to weigh down the street walkers.
We toured the Oak Alley Plantation, about an hour drive and midway between New Orleans and Baton Rouge. 26 oak trees believed to be 300 years old line the avenue leading to this classic Greek-revival antebellum home.
I've always craved for a taste of New Orleans. It must be the Southern charm that attracts me. Thanks to Amber and Marc who made it happen and showed us how to have a good time. It was the wedding of the year, you couldn't have picked a better place, your hometown Amber.
We love you both and welcome to our crazy family, Amber.