Picture this, if you will: A small family on a simple vacation. We decided last minute to take a little drive from Ft Walton Beach to New Orleans to enjoy our Labor Day weekend and catch up with some friends along the way. We found ourselves amidst the style, class, and elegance of the French Quarter. It was pouring rain when we got there, so we bought an umbrella. It immediately stopped raining and turned into a sticky, sweaty day. As we toured the city, we noticed several festive, beautifully-colored rainbow flags strewn about with pride, hung from bars, restaurants, and balconies. As our horse-and-carriage tour continued, we decided that something was definitely going on here... Bourbon street was truly a sight to see, more festive, flamboyant, and fashionable than ever. Other tourists were staring at our traditional family (and pregnant wife) like we were weirdos. We heard the phrase "Southern Decadence" thrown around a few times, and realized that our family trip happened to be on the very weekend of Southern Decadence 2009: the gay equivalent of Mardi Gras! I will say that it made the trip memorable. But we were able to enjoy some good "Nawlins" classics.
we enjoyed the beignets at Cafe du Monde |
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Sadie was mesmerized by the local music..
and scared to death by a fun-loving street performer who offered her a sucker. Sometimes taking candy from strangers is scary but worth it.
Our buggy tour of Southern Decadence. Truly unforgettable.
We tried the local fare of jambalaya and gumbo. you can see it was a big hit. To be honest, I don't even know the difference between crawfish, crawdads, and crayfish.
Ashley's pregnant belly was the cause of much excitement, discussion, and speculation, especially on this particular weekend.
6 comments:
That is so funny! I'm glad to finally see some pregger pictures where you actually look pregnant!
Ahhh, truly you enjoyed the french experience: overrated food, judgmental glances, and thousands upon thousands of promiscuous liberals. They can keep their fries, their toast, and their dip...now that New Orleans is being rebuilt (thank you Brad Pitt) we as Americans should rebuild it's image. Instead of Bourbon Street, how about Burpin' Street, a place where anything goes as long as it's a product of your GI tract. Instead of Mardi Gras we'll celebrate Mars and Grass, a celebration of the red planet as well as the most plentiful vegetation on this planet. You get the idea.
Well once again you Olsens have shown us all just how mundane our lives are.
Note to self...if I want to get some gay lovin'- show up to Nawlins on Labor Day Weekend.
Ashley, you look like you're going to pop...in a cute way :) And to be honest, none of that food looked edible except the thing covered in powdered sugar...THAT I could handle.
Glad you guys had fun!
Too funny! I'm glad you could show off your family pride! Ashley, you are WAY more adventurous than me! I'm only 30 weeks and I've given up everything except sitting on the couch eating. You are my prego hero!
I am cracking up- that is the best story ever! Sadie is getting so big I really cant believe it. Miss you guys hopefully your next post will be baby # 2!!!!
Don't worry, I hate jambalaya too. :)
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