I wrote this short post for a travel writing class I recently took. The assignment was to write 300 words or less (I think I went a little over) about a location without using generic words such as “interesting, good, great” etc. It was a challenge but I really enjoyed the assignment and my finished post.
As you walk through the French Quarter, you’re immersed in a setting that piques all your senses. You see the past and present meet right in front of your eyes, with old, weathered yet colorful buildings right next to flashing neon and city skyscrapers. You feel the humidity in the air that magnifies the coolness in the winter and shellacs a layer of sweat on you in the summer. The sound of music, bustling people, and horse hooves tickle your ear drums, and the scent of creole food, sugary drinks, and waste from previously mentioned horses wafts into your nose. What do you taste? That part is up to you, but the possibilities are endless. New Orleans is a city unlike any other, and if you’re lucky (or unlucky), you may even have your sixth sense activated by one of its many resident spirits; and no, I’m not talking about booze-based spirits.
It’s hard to believe we’ve been married for two weeks already. We spent almost two years planning our wedding, using almost every free moment to make favors or book vendors or stress about how much all this postage is costing us for invites, RSVPs, thank-you cards … those stamps add up! #ThanksUSPS
But it was all worth it. The day came together better than we could’ve ever imagined, and everyone there had the time of their lives (I’m not even going to try to be modest, our wedding ruled). A lot of that had to do with our guests, AKA da lyfe of da partee AKA the life of the party. I can’t stop looking at everyone’s pictures and videos and reliving that day in my head, and it makes me incredibly happy to know that we were able to all come together and have a great time. (We even had our own Snapchat filter ~so fancy~) Continue reading “Vinsamity 2017”→
First of all: blog post title or title of a historical novel?
We went to New Orleans a couple months ago (yes I know, I’m the worst at blogging) and as usual, it did not disappoint. We locked down a MUTHA-EFFIN’ wedding venue!! The MUTHA-EFFIN’ was definitely necessary in the previous sentence as it conveys how pumped I am about the location. Let’s recap, shall we?
Well, we did it. Boyfriend and I saved up for over 9 months and went to New Orleans this past weekend. But we didn’t just go to New Orleans. We went for the ultimate of wrestling events: Wrestlemania.
Now before you pass judgment on me for going to a city just to see half-naked men wrestle each other, let me remind you that it’s New Orleans. There would’ve been half-naked men wrestling each other even if WWE wasn’t in town.
Anyway, what can I say about this trip?! To sum it up in one word: amazeballs. Wait, no: drunkfest. Or maybe adventuretown? Gah. Okay, summing it up in one word is impossible, so I will ramble on about our adventure.