So, the actual wedding day

I split it into two because a lot of stuff happened, a lot of great stuff, but some crap also, as always! And I'll ramble here to try make sure the blog feed won't get clogged by one of my pictures...

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  • We met our friends a bit later to go get breakfast at a place called The Ruby Slipper and it was awesome! I had something called Migas- basically a scramble on top of tortilla chips with avacado and pico de gallo. Yes tortilla chips for breakfast, because tortilla chips are delicious for every meal!


  • It turned out the groom was having breakfast with his family there too, and halfway through he came to us almost in tears because the priest had fallen (doing whatever he skipped the rehearsal for) and couldn't officiate the wedding, and their driver for the Rolls Royce had bailed too so they had no transport. We took over looking after Jackson (well, we were supposed to just take him back to the hotel but Bestman didn't answer his door, so he hung out with us in our room, drinking water out of the champagne bucket XD), and started calling round the entire city looking for a Rolls Royce. The Bride's dad managed to get one of the priests from St Louis Cathedral to step in and marry them.
  • After all that, we met up with our friends again and went out to the Garden district to look at all the mansions- there are some absolutely gorgeous houses there! New Orleans is such a fun city- there is music everywhere, it's like walking around to a soundtrack!
  • We got back, then my SO left to go do the groomsman thing- I ended up taking the bus with them to the church anyways, as the aforementioned Surgeon groomsman's girlfriend was running around doing errands for them and didn't make it to our hotel on time. She got to the church pretty quickly though, so I had someone to hang out with Everybody else was late because Jazz Fest had started so traffic going through the city was impossible, but the wedding started pretty on time, much to everyone's amazement!
  • The ceremony was catholic, yet I wasn't as uncomfortable as I thought I would be; no-one else sang the hymns with the singer for example, and I didn't have to do the cross thing or curtsy. I was even enjoying the priest's sermon about how marriage is about "We, ours and our" rather than "me, my and mine" (this is horribly ironic for later in the evening- read: the bride is a selfish brat), until he started giving a lecture on procreating. Basically its essential have kids young because you'll literally never love anybody until you have a child. I call bullshit on that one
  • I got on the bus with the bridal party's date crowd, so we got to inspect the reception venue first and find the best seats- naturally in between two of the bar areas You know whats a bad idea? An open bar with canapes for dinner! Bloody hell we call got drunk very quickly!



  • The reception was fun, there was a band and a photobooth and everyone was having a great time. It finished at 10pm so we all decided to go back to the hotel, then we'd go to this place called The Gold Mine Saloon. Bestman handed me a guitar and asked me to look after it- I held onto it for dear life and thank goodness I did- we got the full story when we went up to Bestman's parent's room...
  • So basically, Bestman's parents (L and B) are the Grooms second set of parents- L was the one ironing the groom's wedding shirt and suit and the groom's mom, who truth be told, is a stuck up judgmental bitch, didn't even care. L and B are very protective of the groom, and I could tell something wasn't right with them at all- they had a little vent to us in the hotel room.

    So it turns out, this guitar I was looking after is the guitar that the groom learned to play on. Music is his life, and he dropped out of his band to move to be with the bride. He sold the guitar when he was still with his struggling band, and somehow, all the way from Australia, Bestman managed to track it down! Isn't that insane?? So bestman was going to give the groom the guitar, and was going to play 1 song together again at the reception, as they had been playing together since highschool. And the bride threw the most almighty bitch fit and cried until daddy put his foot down and banned him from presenting it to the groom. I can't believe how she could stand there at her own wedding ceremony, smiling through a whole speech about how you can't be selfish in a marriage, and she couldn't have some grace and give her husband a 2 minute song with his best friend who he never gets to see. All the bridesmaids were dancing on the stage, but his side wasn't allowed to. The whole fucking thing was about her- he had maybe 5 rows of guests in the church whilst her side was filled, he maxed out all his credit cards and went into debt to make her happy, and she couldn't give him one song. And the groom knows nothing about this either, so he won't miss it, but everyone from his side of the wedding party knows and has a sour taste in their mouths right now. It just seems all our worries about her were right and that makes me so sad...
  • So after we had had our drunken heart to heart with L and B, Bestman called us and told us to come downstairs as he had a cab waiting for us. He didn't, but he was just trying to get us to come downstairs quickly They were trying to hail a cab but they were all full because of Jazz Fest, so we figured we'd start walking. Then one of the guys appeared on the back of a bike taxi and told us to hop in! There was 4 of us and this tiny asian man with thighs of steel peddled us round the French Quarter to the Saloon- I gave him all my money, because by damn that was amazing!
  • The saloon was a blast! You know, I don't think I've gone out dancing with my SO since we were very first dating? That's over 4 years! and we killed it! And dirty danced to songs that probably didn't need to be dirty danced to, but we had a lot of fun and we were with the best people
  • We probably would have got murdered on the way back home- we stumbled out the bar by ourselves, got turned around and started walking in the direction of one of the worst projects probably in the whole US. Thankfully I had the sense to jump in the road to hail a cab before it got too sketchy, and a lovely Mr Taxi man took us home, and didn't take advantage of the state we were in either by upping the cab fair
  • We woke up still drunk and giggly, laughing with each other- I've never had that experience before, and I didn't feel at all nauseous at all. We went down to breakfast and ate A LOT of potatoes then ran up to the room to pack. Our flights were on time but my hangover hit midday on the plane to Atlanta- there was air turbulence and it was very unpleasant... I was glad to be home and in my own bed


All in all we had a lot of fun times, I only regret not being able to get onto Frenchman street and sit and listen to some music. I don't think we'll ever be going back- we've got too many new places to see, and right now neither my SO or I want to have anything to do with the bride, so I don't think we have plans for visiting. I sincerely hope they don't try and visit us either anytime soon- bestman's parents live near us and I think L would end up murdering the girl so soon after that incident!

So now, I have 2 sets of homework, 2 finals, packing and closing and moving house to do before Friday, then my in-laws are staying for the week! I love them, and we can get the house in some sort of order before they arrive! Let the craziness continue!