Wednesday, March 25, 2009
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What can I say about my coonfest weekend without having an "overshare" moment? How about a few observations:
~ I don't care how excited you are about going on vacation, 6 am flights suck. ~ Coonass = Redneck ~ I can't play Guitar Hero ~ I talk too much when I drink ~ I talk too much when I'm sober ~ I don't care if it *is* March Madness, if you are at a bar called Wayne & Layne's--they are NOT going to have on basketball or even ESPN. I bet if there were a frickin Bill Dance fishing special on, every TV in the joint would be tuned in.... ~ When out of shot glasses, coonasses use measuring cups ~ I ate real Cajun food (gumbo and crawfish etouffee) and enjoyed it ~ The Rabbit Festival didn't sell anything rabbit related other than what was on the menu ~ Kristin does NOT need her passport to get to Cancun from Lake Charles ~ Lori was our designated driver and ironically was the only one who ended up with a tattoo ~ It was fun watching the UNC/LSU game while in Louisiana ~ You can judge the quality of a casino by how the cocktail waitresses look ~ and last but not least.......
~Tinkerbell shirts appear to be manufactured in select sizing: Little girls up to about a size 8/10 and then no other Tinkerbell shirts are made again until a Women's 3X. Maybe a 4X. Seriously--if you don't believe me, walk around Wal-Mart, a Golden Corral buffet or a flea market and you will see.....
Posted by Cassandra at 3/25/2009 06:37:00 PM