Thanksgiving Recap

November 28, 2011 at 1:21 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

My Thanksgiving was eventful, as always.  If you think you can handle it, I broke it down into a ginormous list – sorry if it hurts your eyes but once I got going I couldn’t stop!

The food was good, the company was better and we managed to fit more into the long weekend than I would have thought possible.  This included, but was not limited to, the following:  Meeting four new additions to the family that aren’t blood related; continuing family traditions such as drinking at the dive bar known as Fluidz the night we all arrived in town; cramming 15 people around various dining room tables and chairs for the main meal; eating so much food I thought my stomach was going to explode in a bloody Alien-esque scene; making two trips to Wal-Mart (two more than what I usually do in any given year); dyeing my hair for the first time in four years from a box purchased on one of the said trips to Wal-Mart; making a mess of the hair dyeing process and ultimately loving the new look; sleeping next to my sister three nights in a row while trying in vain to block out the television that she seems to be unable to sleep without; kicking myself for not bringing my ear plugs and eye mask; watching the Macy’s Day Parade and being thankful for not being anywhere near those crowds; drinking Jager Bombs and making S’mores around a fire (they do not go well together, in case you were wondering); taking photo’s of my 54-year old uncle’s hickey; driving my grandma’s Lincoln Navigator just a tad faster than what was legal; opening gifts from my grandmother with my other female cousins that all looked remarkably sexy and indecent (made for an awkward few moments until we figured out what the garment was); driving into New Orleans and staying at a 125 year-old hotel in the French Quarter; navigating various elevators that would only take us to certain floors because the hotel has been built onto so many times that it is now an official labyrinth; hearing ridiculously cheesy pick up lines all night long (including the old standby “What’s a girl like you doing here on a night like this”); having an eerily interesting palm reading done by the same guy at Marie Laveau’s  House of Voodoo that read me two years ago and hearing much of the same thing (only this time I’ll be married in a year instead of three…); getting lost in the lap-dance area of a strip club; voluntarily eating meat for the first time in almost 15 years in order to get an hour’s worth of free drinks out of my sister (it was a piece of fried crawfish and I managed to drink $40 of booze in that 60 minutes…also it will probably be another 15 years before I eat any more seafood); watching men on the sidewalk try to decipher drag queens from real women; more bar hopping than I’ve done in years and two hungover plane rides back that included horrid turbulence, screaming children, late departures, no time for transfers during my layover, lost luggage, hitching a ride on the old folks’ golf cart thingy, being the last person to make it on my connecting flight and uttering the words “Jesus Christ” at the end of it all only to be told by an airport official “Tis the season for that”.

The Big Easy can sure take a lot out of you

There were some other occurrences but I think this gives you a fair picture of what my holiday was like.  It’s a good thing it only rolls around once a year because I don’t know if I could handle this much excitement more often than that but I will admit that it would be fun to try!  I hope your Thanksgiving was equally awesome in its own special way and if it wasn’t, maybe you can come down with me next year.  That is, if you think you can handle it.

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Girls’ Night Out

March 28, 2011 at 12:13 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , )

So, the bachelorette party was a smashing success.  The 8 of us gathered for pizza and beer early Saturday night and passed out presents that ensured the embarrassment of the bride-to-be.  We didn’t do the whole tiara-sash-screaming thing but she did wear a button and one of the other revelers made is matching t-shirts, which we of course put on immediately and while still sitting at the table (don’t worry, we kept it clean – our first stop was a family place).

Safest photo I could include...

Once we hit the bars it was clear we were a little louder than some of the other patrons but no one really seemed to mind.  Especially not the bartender who, in an ironic twist of fate, happened to be the bachelorette’s very first serious boyfriend.  No one knew that he worked at the first bar on our list and we ended up staying there for quite a while as he was reminiscing with the lady of the hour and providing us with ample free drinks.  The cute foreign doctors I met did the same and it was interesting to talk to people who only have a cursorily experience with America (I learned that they both love Ruth Chris’ Steakhouse and are amazed at how big the United States really is).

Something that we all quickly noticed was the attention a bachelorette party receives.  There was a strong correlation between groups of guys being told what we were celebrating and the amount of pick up lines we received.  It was as though every male out there assumed that the other girls in the party would be so despondent at seeing one of their own taken off the market and preparing for a walk down the aisle that we’d desperately fall into bed with the nearest coherent man.  It was an interesting phenomenon to experience and even more interesting because not one of their lines worked.

Other highlights of the night include a brief stop at a hippie commune owned by a top government official,  watching the bride’s mom down a few shots, dancing in the street, losing part of my boot and closing down a bar (first time I’ve done that in a while).  There are a few other memorable moments but a lady never reveals all of her secrets.

All in all, it was a pretty successful night on the town.  I was also able to get some quality time in with a few other great old college friends and I managed a meal at my favorite Cajun eatery outside of Louisiana – Yats.  The megabus proved relatively uneventful as there were no bottles of Jack floating around this time, which was probably for the best.  I’m still pretty exhausted and I could use a vacation from my vacation but it was all totally worth it.

I just need to figure out how to fix my boot.

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