Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Trip Blog, Concise

Okay, here we go.

Sunday:
Early. Senile old man, bad vision, oblivious. Swerving, fun lane selection, broken door (which apparently makes cars pull to the left?). Good CDs, Dr. Pepper. Good Popeye's, Bad water. Fun Cajuns with fun Cajun accents. Fun cats; The Fallen Ruler, The Top Dog, The Paranoid Cat, The Bathroom Cat. Family Guy. Reading.

Monday:
Early. Le toure d'histoire Alex. Hotel. Cards. Seemingly delicious spaghetti. Swimming. Reading.

Tuesday:
Late (finally). What to do? Water park. Where? Baton Rouge, where they keep all the red sticks. Swamp freeway, Mississippi River, two Highland Roads. Blue Bayou, I gua-ran-tee; water slides and such, Alex having fun, woo hoo. Matching sunburns, not woo hoo. Sun in the eyes, swamp freeway. Steamboat Bill's, more fried seafood than at which can be shaken a stick. A red stick. Woo hoo. Spaghetti's revenge, not woo hoo.

Wednesday:
Late. Resting off spaghetti's revenge. Feliz Cumpleanos, Alejandro! More Cajuns. Smoothies, mine was the best. Uncle Joey's; Halo, dominoes with Paw Paw, lots and lots of Barbeque: ribs, chicken sausage, aw hell yeah. Welcome back to the land of the eating. Oh, and chocolate cake with lemon pudding. Clue.

Thursday:
Early. N'awlns. Brian Regan, Chris Rock. Aquariam of the America's. Seafood that starts with an L. Shops. Caffe du Monde, cool bookstore, cool antique weapon and coin store (read: history major's paradise) learned some interesting things in there. more shops, and such. Traffic, reading, book conversation. Alex's sunburn slaps him around. Back and forth. Sleeping on my stomach. Pain noises.

Friday:
Late. Recovery from sunburn beating. Oil change at Wally World (WD-40 or 10-W40?) Crappy Burger King. Afternoon with Williams family. Backyard Burgers with Paw Paw. The Island, good summer movie. Reading.

Saturday:
Late-ish. Reading. Good CDs, Dr. Pepper. Red Lobster. Unhappy transmission. Waiting. Sheena's parents, smelly van. Waiting, phone calls. Smelly van. Happy reunions. Goodbye, beard. Hitler in a giant robot. Tabs to the rescue. Good to be home.

3 comments:

Alustriel said...

I didn't realize the van was smelly. guess I was trying to ingore my mom to much.

GhostMaster said...

I love the blog, couldn't have done it better.

Unknown said...

Sounds crazy-go-nuts