Last night, Rod and I randomly renewed our vows.
We were wearing mumus, had smeared lipstick (both of us), and Rod had a stuffed cat safety pinned to his robe, but it was adorable regardless.
We were doing a scavenger hunt downtown and would get 1,000 points to have a real shotgun wedding. I somehow managed to convince them I was pregnant (I was so convincing, my friend Noah actually believed me and was mad I didn’t tell him!). So Meems was my maid of honor (again) Noah was Rod’s best man, and a stranger walked me down the aisle. It was absurd but so much fun - I giggled the whole time, just like our real wedding.
I love New Orleans. It’s probably the only place in the world you can walk into the store in a sequined tutu or an old lady mumu and no one bats an eye.
