I suppose we should introduce ourselves: We’re South Louisiana…I suppose we should introduce ourselves: We’re South Louisiana…You probably already know that we talk funny and listen to strange music and eat things you’d probably hire an exterminator to get out of your yard. We dance even if there’s no radio. We drink at funerals. We talk too much and laugh too loud and live too large and, frankly, we’re suspicious of others who don’t.”
― Chris Rose, 1 Dead in Attic: Post-Katrina Stories
Although Blair has converted to a West Coast girl for quite a few years now, New Orleans and the magic it encompasses runs richly through her veins. Blair grew up on the outskirts of New Orleans, and for over the fifteen years I’ve called her best friend, her love for this city has always been a deep part of who she is. It was no surprise to me when she called to tell me of her plans to show her West Coast friends a taste of Nola for her wedding weekend. In true New Orleans fashion, the spirit woven through the weekend was nothing short of a non-stop party in The Big Easy.
Blair met Blake in the most pleasantly unexpected way on a cruise several years ago and I couldn’t have picked a more perfect match. From the ways they joke together to the ways they lift one another up in support, it’s been so beautiful to watch someone fill her soul in such a precise manner.
Here’s a little peek at their wedding weekend…