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.

(originally posted on my other blog (ML) Well, I’m sitting in a Hotel Suite provide by my company. The reason… I’m a refugee from Hurricane Katrina. I lived with my wife in Long Beach, Mississippi; we lost our home and my car. The funny thing is we had just moved there so I could open and run a new restaurant. Long Beach is about 10 miles from Biloxi, known for gambling and 24 hours of drinking and sometimes driving. We had moved there in March, we loved our large home close to the Beach. We actually bragged about being across the street from the beach. (south of the railroad tracks.) They don’t talk much about Mississippi on the news anymore, the people there are handling the crisis much more efficiently than in New Orleans. They had power back up and running in only five days. They didn’t even do that for victims of Hurricane Andrew (I’m from Ft. Lauderdale.) In New Orleans they had massive flooding, On the Gulf coast of Mississippi, the entire gulf coast of Mississippi, there is complete loss of everything for two blocks north. A thirty ft wave struck and left nothing but foundation not even pipes are left sticking out of the ground. The media loves to focus on New Orleans, only because they can bring up a certain nasty word and blame everything on the president. Have you ever seen a president visit a disaster area as much as Bush has? Anyway I won’t get into politics. The point of this is to exclaim the sadness that no one has recognized or celebrated the recovery efforts made by Mississippi. I might have only lived there a short time, but I have shared an experience with the population and I feel a sense of pride from witnessing their resiliency.