So, Barrie was married this past weekend.
There was lots of gumbo and jazzy dancing.
Lots of hugs and Abita.
A few cakes and a trip to the oldest bar in New Orleans.
Danielli's mom.
A sunrise spied on Bourbon Street.
And some crappy pictures taken with my camera phone.
This is my favorite.
The reception 'officially' finished.
The band opened the doors to the hall.
Everyone had a sparkler.
Don and Barrie hopped in the back of a horse drawn carriage.
And we danced and walked and drank and sang.
