Jimmy and I got married on September 30, 1995. While Jimmy's family gave us generous cash gifts, which helped tremendously, we basically paid for the whole shebang ourselves. Both of my parents had passed away, and we were...old. Well, sort of old - I was 35 and he was...gasp...40. So according to Emily Post, we were on our own. While we were in no way poor, we weren't loaded either, and didn't relish the idea of going into debt before we even started our life together.
So I put out a plea to all of our friends that if anyone wanted to offer as a wedding gift some kind of service in lieu of a place setting of china, we would be very happy.
Our extremely creative friends rose to the occasion. Denise (who at the time was the Costume Designer for Melrose Place) designed and made my wedding gown, Patricia bought and arranged all the flowers, Donald was the DJ, Deasa decorated the church. And my friend Craig (the one whose dad was the voice of The Robot on Lost in Space) gave us all of his frequent flyer miles, so we could go on a honeymoon. The only stipulation was that we had to go somewhere Southwest Airlines flew.
After months of working and planning for our wedding, the insanity of the week of the event and the craziness of our big and wacky wedding, we really needed some time to relax. Some place peaceful and slow-paced, where we could relax and regroup.
So of course we chose...New Orleans!
The best way I can describe our honeymoon is...4 nights of debauchery. Honest to God. We stayed drunk for 4 full days - no small feat. And ate like pigs. Dionysus would have been proud. Because anybody who has ever visited New Orleans knows that the town is slightly evil, and extremely seductive.
"Good morning, ma'am. Would you care for a Brandy Milk Punch with your breakfast?"
"Oh, I really shouldn't...mmmm...Okay!"
Only in New Orleans does it seem appropriate, no, downright necessary to work in some kind of elaborate cocktail with every meal. Check out the "Eye Openers" menu at Brennan's - 15 different breakfast cocktails available to go along with your eggs and crepes, from a Bloody Bull to an Absinthe Frappe.
We stayed at the historic Olivier House Hotel in the French Quarter, which was very lovely and romantic.
And we did manage to do a bit of the usual touristy stuff. We visited Marie Laveau's House of Voodoo Museum, took a Mississippi Riverboat Cruise and got tarot card readings at the Bottom of the Cup Tearoom.
And of course being...us...we took our very own Streetcar Named Desire tour of The Quarter.
And of course...
But mostly, we just caroused.
We keep saying we want to go back. 10th Anniversary...didn't happen. 15th Anniversary...didn't happen. Let's cross our fingers for the 20th.
Of course, by then we'll be so damned old that we won't be able to take all that partying, and it will no doubt be a much mellower trip.
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