Ah, New Orleans. You are grand.
For dear Haritha's bachelorette party we made the trek to the state next door and rented an awesome apartment underneath a giant old house. I may or may not have convinced everyone that it was very haunted. Maybe I watch too much American Horror Story.
We ate delicious pizza, had a fancy, three course jazz brunch at Commander's Palace, got our fortunes read [my first time for that, and it was pretty cool], strolled around the French quarter, and had a classic night on Bourbon Street.
Only three months until our little doctor is married!
|Yes, the placement of the green dresses was intentional.|
|Leave it to us to run into an Australian rugby player. Aussies are EVERYWHERE.|