Trip to Louisiana

Last May our best friends moved to Baton Rouge. . .taking my God son with them. Back in November, Anita & I decided that we would surprise William by planning a surprise trip. So on Good Friday, Steven and I packed our bags and hit the road for Louisiana. The drive down was fine, complete with Cadha pups getting into the bag of Twizzlers and eating about half the bag, and a glimpse of a John Grisham novel once we got into Livingston Parish. The twizzlers came out all right, literally, but wow, you wouldn't believe how much red dye is in those things. The Grisham experience was a stop we made just outside of Baton Rouge (I had to make quite a few stops on the way down). We stopped at a gas station that had 30 minute parking signs on one side of it and near the woods. Hmmm, I don't want to know. Inside was an old gray haired man, with a stubby, unshaven face mopping the floors as slow as molasses. Did I just step back in time? The humidity outside was unbelievable, which only adds to the scene. The bathrooms. . .well, I'll leave that to your own imagination of horror. On the way out, the stop was completed with a kid walking in with the longest rat tail I've seen since the 80's!
Thank goodness, Baton Rouge was much nicer. William was quite surprised and we started our visit off with tacos and margaritas. Of course I abstained from the margarita's, but had great company!