Monday, March 30, 2009

Of course I'm focusing on the mooner

I should sweep the floor.

I should go to the grocery store.

I should put the clothes in the dryer.

But I am so TIRED.

We just got back from our trip to N'awlins -- and it was fantastic. Not only did we get to see Superman's family and do a little shopping, but we also got to spend time with Rachel and her husband and daughter. We ate so much food that I don't want to see another piece of seafood in my LIFE and I am terribly behind at work, but it was soooo worth it.



But, out of all the stories I could tell you (such as how great Rachel's husband did preaching Sunday morning or how we went to the Gretna warf), of course...I'm focusing on the mooning.

Full moon, too.

Superman was getting gas, and Rachel and I were in the backseat of my Mustang, and Preacher (Rachel's hubby) was in the front seat. We were in a part of town that, well, might not have been so savory, when an SUV pulled up to the gas station entrance, and a man emerged from the vehicle. We all kinda giggled when his pants dropped a little because, yes, obviously we have the humor of a sixth grader. But we didn't think too much about it and continued on our conversation, whatever it was.

The man returned to his SUV before Superman was finished, and as he turned, his pants, which were belted, btw, fell again. But not just a little bit on this go around. Oh, no. This time it was full foot and a half of crack.

But only Preacher and I saw it. Rachel had noticed that Superman was done pumping the gas, and I was yelling out as Preacher turned to me, his face slightly green. "Did you just see that?!!" we were exclaiming, shocked that not only did we just get mooned but also the belt was obviously there just for decoration.

Only in New Orleans will you get mooned at 9 p.m. at a gas station in Gretna.

Also only in New Orleans...

...will you see a Mercedes convertible drive by with three weird, psycho looking Chucky dolls in the backseat.
...will people volunteer -- and pay! -- to go on NIGHT swamp tours. Seriously, where's the logic in that?
...will an underground explosion occur in the French Quarter yet people continue to party like it's 1999 (or whatever year they think it is).
...is jambalaya on a restaurant menu as an appetizer and a full meal.

But it is good to be home.

11 comments:

misti said...

No more seafood ever!?! Bold words honey child! ;)

Hehe, glad you're back

Kelly said...

that is hilarious! i love your humor! glad you had such a nice time!

Sarah M. said...

Funny how things like that stick with us. Funnier still that someone else out there thought it worth doing!

Chatty Kelly said...

haha - I see the moon and the moon sees me. LOL!

septembermom said...

I guess you did get to see some enlightening "sights" in New Orleans! Sounds like a fun time for all. Enjoy your time back home :)

Rach@In His Hands said...

SOOOO funny!!!

Yay for a good time with friends!

Growin' with it! said...

i'm checking my pants next time i bend over! this was a hoot! and how cool to hang out with a bloggy friend.

Brooke said...

welcome back. and lol!! :)

Sara@i.Sass said...

Ha hahahaha. Oh goodness, this was funny. But I have to say the moon thing, happens here too. I don't know WHAT it is that some people think it's cool to NOT use the belt as it's intended.
This was great! I needed a good snorting laugh!

Rachel said...

I have to say, I'm very very thankful I missed the moon.

Too bad I didn't miss the Chucky dolls. Yikes.

tiffany said...

Hi there! Thanks so much for visiting me, looks like we're gonna be flip flop swap partners! :o) Sounds like an old twangy country song LOL
So nice to meet you, looking forward to checking out your blog a little more. Hope you're having a great day.