Recap of Court's Bach Party in "Nawlins"!

Happy Monday and Happy Turkey Week!

Last week was a little cray cray, so my apologies for just now getting around to recapping Courtney's Bachelorette Party weekend in New Orleans. Hopefully it is worth the wait as New Orleans is full of characters, many of which can be found in photos below.

I really don't think you can go wrong hosting a Bachelorette Party in The Big Easy, especially if you have a mascot who goes by the name of Dr. C to accompany you. He was quite popular the entire weekend.

Bachelorette Decor for the hotel room

Friday we flew into NOLA from Dallas at an ungodly hour.  Like I had to wake up before 5 a.m. to make our flight ungodly.  By the time we got to our hotel and checked into the room it wasn't even 9 a.m.  Oh yes, long day of shenans to be had. 

After we spent a few minutes getting dolled up, we took immediately to Bourbon Street to enjoy the day.  One of the first things we spotted was a wedding march.  How sweet is that "just married" couple with their umbrellas?

One of the first bars we ventured into had these "Chugglers", which might have been the best purchase of the weekend if I do say so myself.  You can bong a beer from the comfort of your own cup. 

In this same joint some rando man wanted to take a shot, so naturally I volunteered to join him.  Jäger bombs before 11 a.m.?  Only in NOLA, folks.

Next we took back to the street and ended up in Bourbon Street Blues Company where our bachelorette, Courtney, received a couple of G rated lap dances from some nice young lads.  You're welcome. 

At this point we realized we probably need to get some food in our bellies if we were going to make it through the first day, so we headed to the French Quarter to sight see before stopping to have a casual lunch at Cafe Pontalra. 

After lunch we went to Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop, which was built between 1722 and 1732, and is reputed to be the oldest structure used as a bar in the United States. The Hurricanes and Bloody Mary's were STRONG:

After a drink at the historical and supposedly haunted Lafitte's, we went to "The Swamp" where I spotted this elegant creature next to me at the bar.  My friends were shocked I whipped out my phone to snap her picture, but this was an opportunity I was not going to miss.  #riskworththereward

Rat Tail hair how-to post coming soon!

Courtney rode this ride while at The Swamp, and I seriously have not laughed that hard in a long time.  The guy operating it was such a perv that we all refused to ride it after she got thrown off.

We made a few more stops on Bourbon ...

... before we walked home to change into our matching tees and put wigs on:

If this isn't how you are taking shots ladies, then you've been doing it all wrong.  This delicate flower picked Courtney up in the middle of the bar to feed her a shot from her mouth. Ummm ...

I have no words. Shortly after this shot was had, we had a late dinner at Oceana Grill.  While leaving dinner, I stepped off the curb, which is when the ankle #2 incident happened.  As you can tell, we had a long day and every one was ready to retire for the night so we all got in a cab and went home. 

The next day, we put our shirts on again (I mean, it's New Orleans ... never mind we had worn them the night before) ...

and walked (I hobbled) to Cafe Du Monde for their world famous beignets:

When they are served warm, they are worth all the hype. If you ever go to New Orleans, a stop here is a must:

After a light breakfast we had a very casual day sans booze where we walked to the Riverfront mall and gambled a little in Harrah's before a late lunch at Acme Oyster House.

Ew, excuse my awkward smile and haggard look.  I had the crab and corn chowder with fish po boy. #todie

We had late dinner reservations (9:30 p.m.) that night @ Emeril's New Orleans, so we went back to the room to get ready and have Court's lingerie shower.  We all had wine and champagne while she opened gifts before a little game of "pin the macho on the man".

A cup has never been more perfect for me:

Dr. C showed up towards the end of our dinner at Emeril's. There were plenty side-eyes from a few patrons in the restaurant, but the staff loved him.

Come on people, it's New Orleans and a bachelorette party. Get over it.

I highly recommend you get a Dr. C of your own if you are out for a Bachelorette Party on Bourbon Street. Every single person was throwing beads at him and stopping us on the street.  Even this "lady" who gave Courtney a bachelorette whipping:

I think it's best I end on that note.  Love me some New Orleans.  Don't you?

The frumpy flats are back

New Orleans and I obviously don't get along.  I can't believe it either, but it happened again. I wish I was kidding, but I swear on my DVR box(es) that I'm not:

This time I was merely stepping off a curb in flat boots and next thing I knew, I was on the ground.  My ankle twisted and popped and then there were tears.  Some gentleman tried to pick me up and I yelled at him to stop.  Sorry sir, but I just knew I needed a minute to let the shock sink in.

This marks the fourth time this has happened in this ankle.  The first two times were from gymnastics.  Twice now in a matter of a month, so I have an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon on Wednesday.  Odds are I'm going to have to have surgery to tighten the ligaments.  Awesome.

Other than the ankle incident, the trip was so much fun and I can't wait to recap all of our shenans for y'all tomorrow.  I just wanted to check in and let y'all know I am alive, but injured.  I have lots of fun pics; even one to prove that I am, in fact, rocking polygamist hair:  

Please excuse my unintentional "ombre" hair.  It's been 11 months since my last highlight.  


p.s. You may have noticed there was no guest post from Jess on Friday.  She had a little situation Thursday that I'll let her tell y'all about.  I just hope she had as fabulous of a time in NYC as I did in NOLA. 

Full NOLA recap post tomorrow!  Time to catch up on all of your blogs.  I feel so MIA.

You know you had a successful NOLA trip when ...

you get rolled through NOLA airport security in a wheelchair on your way home. 

More on that in a second.  Let's rewind and start from the beginning, shall we?

Beth and I booked this New Orleans trip back in June when Southwest Airlines had their 40 year Anniversary flight sale. Prior to ever meeting IRL. Totally normal, right? I think so.

My flight arrived in New Orleans a few hours before hers did, so what's a girl to do? Post up at the airport bar outside her terminal with a new friend I met on the plane, duh. Bloody Mary anyone?

When Beth arrived, I was feeling a little toasty, which is what happens when you spend a few hours at the airport bar with your new friend who offered to buy your drinks.  Oh and it doesn't help when you forget that the only thing you had in your belly all day was a Starbucks Vanilla Latte at 7:30 a.m.

Reunited and feels so good!

For some reason I decided to greet her with a bag of trash.  I. do. not. know.  I blame the airport bar.

No words.

Once Beth landed, we took a cab to our hotel and got freshened up so we could tackle Bourbon Street.  Or in my case, so Bourbon Street could tackle me. The view from our room:

Canal Street:

We decided to grab an early dinner at Acme Oyster House first, and it's a good thing we went early because the rest of the weekend the line outside of it looked like this:

The food was deelish.  Go here if you ever are in NOLA.

After a yummy dinner we headed on our merry way to soak up the sights, sounds and booze on Bourbon.

Get down on it.

A marg for my lady?

Everything was going swimmingly until a few hours later when this happened:

If you follow me on Twitter, I'm sure you've already had the pleasure of seeing this yumminess. 

Yep.  I twisted my ankle on Bourbon. 

Let this be a lesson ladies.  Do NOT, I repeat, do NOT wear 4 inch wedges on Bourbon Street.  No matter how cute you wanna look, I promise you it's not worth it and a trip to New Orleans Urgent Care may get added to your itinerary like it did ours:

Not exactly how we planned spending our Friday in New Orleans.  Beth was a trooper and dealt with me hobbling all around the city.  Everywhere I went people just looked at me, shook there heads and said, "That sucks."  Yes, I know it sucks you idiots.

Friday we had dinner at this joint called Felix's Restaurant & Oyster Bar before hitting the bars. I had a shrimp poboy with a side of jambalaya, which I was less than impressed with:

The food wasn't bad, it just wasn't anything to write home about.

While standing in line to be sat at Felix's we came across some seriously strange characters including a homeless man with a little dog in his shirt that he kept tongue kissing (it was so sick) and a man who for no apparent reason had baby powder all over him.  We actually spotted "Powder" the night before and were very perplexed. 

Friday night the streets were filled with Florida college kids in town for the LSU/Florida game, and for the first time in my life, I felt like a cougar.

We had a fabulous time in New Orleans (who dat?) despite me being disabled and we can't wait to book our next trip.  We seriously laughed the entire hour or so we waited at the airport for our flights to leave reminiscing about all the freaks and shenans we encountered. 

Our question now is, what city will meet our acquaintance next?  My only stipulation is that this time, I do not have to be rolled home in a wheelchair.  K?