I hear a banjo playing!!

I think I found out how redneck Lafayette can be. I was at work extra late tonight, my admin was taking checkouts and got a phonecall from the police, her boyfriend had gotten a little intoxicated (Pabst Blue Ribbon) driven to her place and knocked on the door. He thought she was home and was ignoring him, so he broke down the freaking door to get to her. The police were called in and arrested him for breaking and entering. I think it's love, ( Oh! He's so sweet, he wanted to see me so badly that he busted down my door!!) OK she didn't really say that, but I've seen enough dummies claim they're through putting up with there boyfriends shit and then a week later, it's all (oh! He promised me he would change and he really hasn't done anything in awhile, besides the few times, no he really has been kinda good, Better??) It's not my problem!! I guess I shouldn't claim this is something that would only happen in Lafayette, I mean this could so happen down in Miami, except the boyfriend would break down the door for a different reason like ( Hey Man!! I could've sworn I heard her in there snortin' all my coke all by herself!!!) See, It could happen ANYWHERE!
Way to go man, there's a story to be proud of...

Gumbo?

I just asked my bud, (we're sharing a room right now) What the hell is gumbo? I'm sorry to all of you who thrive off of the stuff, but I'm a little ignorant to the ways of the Bayou!! OK so gumbo is anything soup with okra in it. Cool, I understand. So Someone I know spent all day on making a large pot of the stuff. It was delicious. I appreciate him working all day on some stew, that because it has okra in it, is called gumbo. It had all sorts of stuff in it, sausage, celery, chicken, and it had the best thing, bones! Yup bones! like a chicken leg here, a chicken wing, some rib bones. I began to ladle the gumbo(not stew) onto my rice and I looked and saw a chicken leg. Good stuff. Everyone then proceeded to brag about there Gumbo. Ok, I still say it's stew. "Oh no!, I lived right near the bayou, it's in my blood." Well, some Jim Beam is in my blood right now, doesn't mean I can make some great bourbon. Anyway, It's good to see some other cultures on these travels. Ever see the movie Waterboy, Yeah, it takes place in Louisiana! Funny!

Another Hotel

I'm sick of writing in Hotels, I've put over three thousand miles on my car in the three weeks that I've owned it.. I believe this is the last trip for awhile , I can only hope. I drove into Lafayette yesterday after being on the road for four and half hours and I'm told, I'm going to close. Then I look at my schedule, even though I'm not scheduled to close I'm OK with it because I'm only supposed close two nights, no problem! Then I look at the end of the night and my schedule shows me closing for the next four nights. Is this true, someone changed y schedule. Do I shout bullshit?? Or do I close the next four night, then leave and not worry about coming back? I haven't decided. Oh and then I walk into the hotel and I have to share the room with someone and he smokes. In the room. In the nonsmoking room!! It smells up everything. My eyes were burning in five minutes. This sucks!! Everyone keeps asking me If I'm going to stay longer because they feel the shifts are easier with me here. They have more fun. I think they're blowing smoke up my ass. I'm leaving as quickly as possible.... I Send a steak out thats supposed to be well done. It comes back, (It went out a medium- I rarely make a mistake) The poor slab of dried up meat came back with A1 poured all over it. I just don't understand, please over cook this high quality peice of meat until all moisture and flavor in it evaporates, then I'm going to pour half a bottle of some flavor back on to it. Here's a clue: toast some bread and pour the A1 on it. It would save you about 20 bucks!! I'll get more interesting

Mobilety

My wife and I have moved to Mobile... What a year, we've lived in three different homes this year (four if you count our car)... Once again I'm in a Hotel room this time in Lafeyette, LA. I've gotta go to tampa later this week for a round of meetings. FUN. I should probably tell you that I hope I can move to Mobile soon. My wife tells me its a great town. I cannot wait to see it and not hae to travel anymore. All I've done for months is travel. Does it sound like Im bitching, I kinda am. Tonight someone bitched that his salad sucked because there wasn't enough romaine in it. (It's practically all romaine.) Dumbass.