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New Orleans: Part 2

Saturday night in New Orleans- it just conjures up images of partying on Bourbon street, doesn’t it? My Saturday night consisted of the wedding and boy, was it a blast. We Southerners really know how to throw a party, and weddings are our specialty.

The ceremony was held at St. Mary’s, a beautiful old church in the French Quarter. It’s an old Ursuline convent that has been around since 1845! The church has served various communities, particularly Italian immigrants, within New Orleans and has been perfectly preserved.

St. Mary’s in the French Quarter.
The courtyard of the hotel where we all stayed, decorated for the reception. Look at all those candles! I’m in love. 
A real roasted Cuban pig- it may look gross but it tasted sooo good.
My first time trying oysters! This guy spent all night shucking oysters, and they were surprisingly better than I expected. 
The beautiful bride and groom. 
Dancing with the mother of the bride; her moves put me to shame!
I loved that the bride switched into a short Anthropologie dress for the reception, but still kept the bridal feel. 

Three generations; I’m glad I was able to spend so much time with my mom and grandmother!

Dress, Antonio Melani. Heels, Calvin Klein. 

Yeah you make we wanna shout! Nothing gets 50+ people out on the dance floor like a classic. Nashville-based Ocean Street performed all the songs for the reception, and they were great! 
All photos with watermark via Austin Scott Photography
I had a blast in New Orleans, between the rehearsal dinner, exploring the Garden District and the French Quarter, an amazing wedding ceremony and reception, and getting to finally return to the city where I spent so much of my childhood. This last picture pretty much sums up my weekend; spending time with amazing people that I haven’t seen in forever and dancing the night away to all the perfect wedding songs (I actually love going to weddings, it’s an excuse to dress up and act a little silly where no one can judge your dance moves!). I can’t wait to go back to New Orleans! 

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