There’s very few things more entertaining than watching someone else experience New Orleans Bourbon Street for the first time. Multiply that by like seven, sprinkle in some wives and moms, and ice it with a bachelorette. And that, my friends, was my weekend.
I’m not a local, and I’m definitely not an expert navigator. But on this trip, I was our best bet. Being the only one who’d been to The Big Easy more than a handful of times, I basically deemed myself the party planner. (Thank you, Ry.)
I knew it’d be tough to keep everybody happy. But I did not know that keeping track of nine grown-ass women, on Bourbon Street, would be like herding feral cats.
Some of us wanted country, some of us wanted hip hop, some of us just wanted free drinks, and then some of us didn’t even know our name by the time we arrived at the hotel. So, naturally we settled for a rock-n-roll bar with a crowd full of Baby Boomers. And that lasted for about five minutes. Juuuuust enough time to sing along to a song I pretended to know.
And then before I even had a chance to let my pupils adjust, we landed at the emptiest bar on the entire street. Not just “not crowded.” Literally, not a soul in the house. Just us. And some 2000s hip hop. But really, who needs a crowd anyway?
You give a girl a dance floor, and some Juvenile, and all bets are OFF, bruh!
Our Saturday morning was a little rough, to say the least; but we all made it to Magazine Street. Once the St. Paddy’s parade hit our block, we picked up some speed. (Go ahead and put Experience a parade in New Orleans on your Bucket List right now. You’ll thank me later.)
I could go into waaaay more detail about our St. Patrick’s Day shenanigans, but you know the rules. What happens at a bachelorette party, goes on a blog stays at the bachelorette party. 😉
But you know what does happen at a bachelorette party? Moms hustlin’ the floats for toys. I’m talking bags FULL of endless entertainment for children, y’all. That mother’s love is something serious. The amount of beads we all accumulated was also serious. As was the amount of complaining ensuing regarding neck cramps. LOL
We came, we saw, and we put up a good fight. And best of all, we were all reminded how far away 21 is from 29.
We love you, SC! James is one lucky man. #CiaoChappell
