There was a great migration of Kate’s family flying (mostly) south for the hottest wedding of the year.  Hottest, being a term which can be applied both figuratively and literally to this grand union of  Bo and Anna.  We arrived in New Orleans for a couple days of family vacation, allowing us to take it easy and somewhat acclimate to the heat of Louisiana in July. Turns out it wasn’t enough time. I think I lost several pounds due to sweat, only to regain it back from over-consumption of several sumptuous southern delicacies.

The ceremony took place on a small plantation north of Baton Rouge.  The setting idyllic and, though hotter than a june bug on a crawfish grill, we all had a great time.  Blake especially.  This was his first time cast as a ring-bearer and he did very well (likely a result from the constant practicing in the hotel that weekend).  He had a blast riding every escalator in sight, flying in the airplane (though he’s done it several times in the past… he just doesn’t remember), eating beignets at Cafe Du Monde, swimming int the hotel pool over and over again, and dancing to the countless bands and musicians around the French Quarter.  A hot time indeed.