New Orleans weekend

Last weekend, five of my bridesmaids and I journeyed to Crescent City for a weekend of fun, food and girl time.

My sister, Leigh, and I drove down from Memphis while one flew in from North Carolina, and three drove over from their respective Louisiana towns. And when we convened, we had the best time. Saturday night included pizza at Rotolo’s, the kickoff of LSU football season, late night chicken schwarma from Ali Baba, and drinks at Pat O’s.

Sunday, we had a lazy morning, then started the day off right with funfetti cake (thanks, Leigh!) and Mother’s poboys. We watched a movie and then took an impromptu walking tour of the city. That evening, we had a delicious dinner at the Red Fish Grill before going back to the hotel for a nice of catching up, drinking wine out of styrofoam cups and laughing — also known as good quality girl time.

And I forced my bridesmaids to all take a portrait while we were wandering the Quarter:

Thanks for making last weekend amazing, ladies! I am so thankful you all could make it, and I hope you had just as much, if not more, fun than I did.

What did you do for Labor Day weekend?

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  • September 13, 2010 - 2:21 am

    Elizabeth - Sounds like fun–I’m so glad you got to meet up with all of them!ReplyCancel

    • October 13, 2010 - 5:54 pm

      Erin - Thank you! It really was fun, and I’m really happy we got that opportunity.ReplyCancel

  • September 13, 2010 - 2:27 am

    Jessica - I LOVE the portraits. Such a great idea, each looks so unique with the different backgrounds. Ohhh I miss New Orleans and your gorgeous face!ReplyCancel

    • October 13, 2010 - 5:55 pm

      Erin - Thank you, lady! I thought it would be really fun to do these
      portraits, and my girls agreed… some unwillingly. (Namely, my sis.)

      I miss you, too! Let’s hang out soon?ReplyCancel

  • October 9, 2010 - 6:10 am

    Bronze casting - So many bridesmaidsReplyCancel

    • October 13, 2010 - 5:55 pm

      Erin - Haha, I know. Granted, one is me. But this isn’t even all of them!ReplyCancel

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