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I am too old to party this hard. Sigh.
Seriously, once my LA peeps found out I was moving - day after tomorrow btw, hell YEAH!!!! - it was on like donky kong.
I went out Thursday with a couple friends and we ate pounds and pounds of crawfish - yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmy!!!! Then went to see a horrible, horrible reggae band. Drinks were free so I couldn't complain too much. Ended up shutting the place down and continuing to drink with said band and bar owners. At some point the band gave me their CD to "thank me for dancing". Years from now this incident will allow to refer to myself as an "award-winning dancer". Yeah - I like it. I have not/will not open said CD. Yuk. At some point - the sun being up now - I was driven home by my friend. My rule now is simple - "Do ya want me to go out? Come pick me up, then, bitch!" No more tipsy driving for me, y'all!
Crashed for a few hours Friday morning then back up and at 'em Friday night. Seemed like it wouldn't be too late a night until I got invited out at 12:15 am to see a "killer Zydeco band" at a dive bar in Carencro, LA. Since I had a ride - yep - I went, and they were awesome. Unfortunately I do not remember their name, but here they are rockin' out:
From experience, I will tell you that their name was almost definitely "Blank and the Zydeco Blanks" because that's the formula. As in: Nathan and the Zydeco Cha-Chas, Louis and the Zydeco Ramblers, Mike and the Zydeco Playboys - you get the idea.
So, closed THAT bar down and then went way out to Cypress Bayou Casino and played poker. I hit the poker room about 3:30-4am and played till about 7:30 I guess. I was the only girl playin' and I schooled those dudes more than once - yes! Went in with $100 and left with $204 so I was ok with that. Saw the sun rise AGAIN before making it home and passing out for most of Saturday. Chilled out Sat. night because I just couldn't hang any more.
Sunday was a lovely afternoon spent in my cousin's backyard....laying on a sheet in the sun, drinking beer and playing with the kid and dogs. Here's my boy, Trevor, kickin' it swing set style:
He is 22 months old, learning to talk and bequeathed upon me many an "I love you, nanny!" which made my 3-day hangover much more bearable. "Nanny", btw, in Louisiana, is something between an aunt and a godmother - not sure who came up with that one. Yes, I am someone's nanny - I know, shocking.
Later that night my "I-refuse-to-die" hangover required Taco Bell. In the lot behind the TB a crappy little carnival had set up. I love crappy little carnivals so I took some pics. This is my fave:
So - yeah - I'm TIRED as hell. But happy I got in some crawfish, Cajun music and casino-time before leaving this fanfuckingtastic state. Now, I just gotta go thru a drive-thru daiquiri stand one more time......riding passenger-side only, of course!
Seriously, once my LA peeps found out I was moving - day after tomorrow btw, hell YEAH!!!! - it was on like donky kong.
I went out Thursday with a couple friends and we ate pounds and pounds of crawfish - yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmy!!!! Then went to see a horrible, horrible reggae band. Drinks were free so I couldn't complain too much. Ended up shutting the place down and continuing to drink with said band and bar owners. At some point the band gave me their CD to "thank me for dancing". Years from now this incident will allow to refer to myself as an "award-winning dancer". Yeah - I like it. I have not/will not open said CD. Yuk. At some point - the sun being up now - I was driven home by my friend. My rule now is simple - "Do ya want me to go out? Come pick me up, then, bitch!" No more tipsy driving for me, y'all!
Crashed for a few hours Friday morning then back up and at 'em Friday night. Seemed like it wouldn't be too late a night until I got invited out at 12:15 am to see a "killer Zydeco band" at a dive bar in Carencro, LA. Since I had a ride - yep - I went, and they were awesome. Unfortunately I do not remember their name, but here they are rockin' out:
From experience, I will tell you that their name was almost definitely "Blank and the Zydeco Blanks" because that's the formula. As in: Nathan and the Zydeco Cha-Chas, Louis and the Zydeco Ramblers, Mike and the Zydeco Playboys - you get the idea.
So, closed THAT bar down and then went way out to Cypress Bayou Casino and played poker. I hit the poker room about 3:30-4am and played till about 7:30 I guess. I was the only girl playin' and I schooled those dudes more than once - yes! Went in with $100 and left with $204 so I was ok with that. Saw the sun rise AGAIN before making it home and passing out for most of Saturday. Chilled out Sat. night because I just couldn't hang any more.
Sunday was a lovely afternoon spent in my cousin's backyard....laying on a sheet in the sun, drinking beer and playing with the kid and dogs. Here's my boy, Trevor, kickin' it swing set style:
He is 22 months old, learning to talk and bequeathed upon me many an "I love you, nanny!" which made my 3-day hangover much more bearable. "Nanny", btw, in Louisiana, is something between an aunt and a godmother - not sure who came up with that one. Yes, I am someone's nanny - I know, shocking.
Later that night my "I-refuse-to-die" hangover required Taco Bell. In the lot behind the TB a crappy little carnival had set up. I love crappy little carnivals so I took some pics. This is my fave:
So - yeah - I'm TIRED as hell. But happy I got in some crawfish, Cajun music and casino-time before leaving this fanfuckingtastic state. Now, I just gotta go thru a drive-thru daiquiri stand one more time......riding passenger-side only, of course!
