New Orleans: A Place Where Dreams Come True.

I just recently got back from a trip to New Orleans, LA.  By far the best place I have ever visited. I flew down with my friend Emily and we met ten of our sorority sisters. (I bet you can imagine how stereotypical we looked down there)  The reason for our adventure was our good friend Lindsey was getting married to our other friend Ricky.  Let me tell you, the best wedding I have ever been to. As we were at the wedding and all ten of us girls were sitting in the same row passing tissues and sobbing on each others shoulders, I couldn't help but notice how in love these two were in.  Ricky couldn't even speak because he was so nervous and Lindsey was just so happy to be marrying the man of her dreams. It made me realize that "love" was a truly amazing thing. 

This leads me to the realization of the love I found down in Nola. The love I found was not for a guy or an animal (there were a lot of horses and mules there) or my growing love for my friends.   It was for a street.  Bourbon Street.  This place is like no other.  I swear this place makes up holidays just to have an excuse to throw a party or parade everyday.  The last day we were there was "I Love Being Italian Day".  Why wouldn't anyone love this place?  But the thing I fell in love the most there was my gallon daiquiri that I ordered. Yes, I said a gallon.  At about every street corner there are daiquiri shops that produce about twenty different flavors and you can mix and match and create concoctions.  The night of the wedding my friend Megan and I walked up and I asked the guy if I could create a strawberry pina coloda...he proceeded to say "yes" and asked what size I wanted....being the crazy blonde I am, I said "Give me the biggest size you got!"  He started chuckling and walked away in the back. He then has to walk around the bar and give me the tallest glass I have ever seen.  My eyes got huge and my throat started to hurt because I knew this would give me MAJOR brain freeze.  He assured me that it had a neck strap so I could just hang it from my neck.  What he didn't realize is I'm 5'2" and this thing was about the size of me, there was no hanging involved.  I told him to get me a few straws and I made my sorority sisters help me out.

Lets just say, my love for that place grew a tremendous amount that night.  Love, what a beautiful thing :)