After arriving to Shreveport on Tuesday afternoon and beginning to unpack and settle in on Wednesday, we quickly packed our carry-ons, drove 3 hours to Dallas and flew 2.5 hours to Florida on Thursday. No better way to get settled in to your new home than to immediately fly out for a wedding in a different state — amirite? First World Problems, I know.
On the drive between Shreveport and Dallas we saw more semi trucks than cars and at least one BBQ or Mexican restaurant per rest stop. Bodacious BBQ was my favorite name but Clayton thought it sounded like a bad strip club. Needless to say, we didn’t try it this trip.
On Saturday, while Clayton was busy with groomsman duties I went to the beach and had lunch. The beach-front restaurant had a boardwalk overlooking the pier, sand volleyball courts and hundreds of sunbathers, a local reggae band was playing Margaritaville and other cliche beach tunes, the sun was shining, the air smelled salty and at your feet… PIGEONS. A word of advice: keep your hands up – dive bombing is common pigeon practice when food scraps are in sight.
The wedding was for Clayton’s best friend – and was incredible. The couple wed under two banyan trees (look them up, they’re amazing) in the middle of a courtyard and incorporated traditional Jewish elements to the ceremony and reception — breaking of the glass, blessing the challah (braided bread, prior to the meal being served) and the Hora (chair dance). Mazel Tov!