Nosy Rosie: New Orleans Bachelorette Weekend

A little Kent, a little Wilmington all in New Orleans for Megan!

*One of our many great ideas

But Lori didn't you go to New Orleans a month ago, why so long on the post? Because I had to get my FUN-SAVER developed. Yes, they still make them and are very cheap. Not trusting myself or my surroundings to take my Canon, I took the next best thing - a throw away camera.

My college roommate Megan is getting

Cafe Beignet!

married this summer. Lydia and I met her our freshman year and the rest is history. A quiet girl, who we forced into a vneck to go to the under 21 dance club. How could she not love us? Against her better judgement she lived with us when we moved out of the dorms. We were two of a kind, short and blonde. We even made a song about it and would perform synchronized kicks for our house guest. I've watched Megan go through hell and back during our 10+ years of friendship. No matter what has happened in her life she always emerges a better, stronger person. After graduation she headed south back to Wilmington, NC. She brought her groom up to Ohio a couple summers ago. D took a liking to him as did the rest of us, so the news of their engagement was what we were all hoping for. I absolutely cannot wait to watch her walk down the aisle and become Barry's WIFE! Ha! Who would have thought? I'm a mom and Megan's about to be married. We once got in a lizard cage together.*

This was right before I caught
beads with a Kenny Lofton
like grab! (No, I didn't "earn" them.)

I've quickly realized when you get married into your 30s things are more lavish! Unlike me who married straight out of college, if you wait until you're more established, you get to do fun stuff like have your bachelorette in New Orleans! When Megan put this idea out there I was so excited. I had never been to the Big Easy and figured we would never take D there. It was hard leaving D, it was my first full weekend away and yes I cried a little... I am thankful for facetime so he and Megan could compare their weekend battle wounds. After a delay getting into town (I'm still mad at you Delta!) we went on to have a blast. Frozen irish coffees, po' boys, Pimm's cups and parades everywhere you turn. I am showing my age when I say I enjoyed the day more than night. Things get a little wild for this old mama and Bourbon Street stinks, I mean it literally smells. I brought D tons of NOLA gifts. Doesn't every kid need a Louis Armstrong book? We went on an amazing ghost tour, which my dad's response was, "You got ripped off!" (Apparently he does not believe in ghosts.) With all the history, delicious food and fun I would defiantly say you need to experience it. I can't wait to go back and take Andy, but if D ever decides he needs to go I will throw myself in front of the plane.

Thanks Megs for a great trip and can't wait for your big day!