(From L to R) Scottie, Monte, Me & The Hubby
This is actually a couple years old, but I don't make a huge habit out of allowing pictures to be taken of me. Call me crazy, but I don't like it. The last photos of yours truly were actually snapped in California, but they're professional wedding pics, and I don't wanna get in trouble with BFF's expensive photographer by posting one of 'em without permission.
All right. Enough with the why's and why not's. This was taken outside Monte's hotel room in New Orleans, right before the Bengals/Saints pre-season game. Yes, yes, before you spaz, start name-calling, or throwing rotten tomatoes or whatever... The Hubby and I are Bengals fans, because he's an Ohio boy, and I didn't give a rat's butt about football before I met him. Why? I guess because none of my guy friends in high school bothered to explain it to me while we sat in the stands during third quarter with the band, sipping on hot chocolate and playing Louie, Louie half a million times. Then again, it could also be because the flag line had a better time making fun of our cheerleaders, rather than actually paying attention to the game.
Anyways. This was a great time, as you can tell by the wide smiles. The Saints fans were nice, of course, because everyone's happy when they're in New Orleans. Seriously, strangers come up to you, hug your neck right there in the middle of the street as if you're a long lost relative or some such. Cars honk. Some drunk on the sidewalk raises his glass and yells something you can't understand, because it's Cajun Coon-Ass and, therefore, might as well be a foreign language. The owner of a jazz bar on Bourbon sticks his head out his tatty open door and yells for you to come in, sit down a while, have a drink, and you tell him you can't, because you're going to the game.
"Ah ha!" he yells. "Geaux Saints!" And, yes. They do spell it that way down here.
Now, any excuse to go to New Orleans and we're on it.
So, do YOU have a favorite destination/location? Just a nice, quick weekend getaway?
Peace, Love, and Junior Mints,