Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

Here we are on the road in Louisiana, just across Old Man River from Grosse Tete, which hub insists on pronouncing “gross teat”. He is calling me all sorts of bad names because I am blogging in the car. I am ubergeek, hear me roar.

We priests have a happy life! Join us!
-billboard on the side of the road. No more comment necessary.

Is there anything better than Waffle House? We stopped there for lunch and had waffles and eggs and bacon and grits, oh my. And they have these fantastic jukeboxes, too. I had to put a dollar in for my five selections:

I’ll Play for Gumbo – Jimmy Buffett
Heartache Tonight – The Eagles
A White Sportcoat and a Pink Carnation – Marty Robbins
Still the One – Shania Twain
Lying Eyes – The Eagles

…and sat munching on sweet waffles and coffee, slightly humming along with the waitress singing too. Nirvana! I really wish there were a Waffle House closer to home. We used to go to them all the time when I went to school in Virginia, for those middle of the night munchies.

Louisiana roads are miserably bumpy. I’m sure my nether regions are going to be completely numb by the time we get there. This also means that looking at the screen too long will make me want to yark. I’m going to go back to listening to our audiobook – The Puppet Masters, by Robert A. Heinlein.

We’re halfway there; stopping in Houston to drop off the kids. C. is wired and refuses to sleep. J. is totally zonked. I’m posting this from a laptop connected to our cell phone, using it as a modem. Really cool. I can’t wait to get going. Is it wrong to be looking forward so much to time away from the kids? Does it make me a bad mommy? No idea, but I do know we’re going to feast like kings.

I ate my first raw oyster in New Orleans when we went last year. I was pretty nervous about it, since I was pregnant and had heard horror stories about hepatitis and other nasties you can get from oysters. It was ok, in a not bad sort of way. I wouldn’t mind eating them again, which I most certainly will if hub has his say.

N.B.: being pregnant in Nawlins stinks. Literally, in the case of Bourbon St., which has a constant air of yuckysmell, but also in the sense that you can’t go out and get loaded, and drunk people are so lame when you’re undergoing enforced sobriety.

With this connection, I can even blog and publish from the car. Bahahaha! Take that, M.S.!

Wow, what a busy couple of days.

Last night I went to the Coronation in San Antonio. This is an event held during Fiesta Week, which is to honor the memories of the heroes of the Alamo and the Battle of San Jacinto. The Coronation is an intensely sparkly affair, involving 24 girls in heavily adorned and beaded dresses, pulling 10 foot long trains. The entire ensembles weigh between 50 and 100 pounds each. This year was absolutely amazing. My aunt was the Mistress of the Robes, who in effect is the producer – the theme was Africa and all the trains and dresses came from her vision. I helped research some of the stuff for her on the internet, and it was an honor to hear my research come out onstage.

The girls in the Coronation do what’s known as a full court bow, which means that they bow all the way down and scrape their noses on the floor. This is making a bow to society, and technically I suppose that it means you’re marriageable.

Then today my friend AM came over and we watched Trading Spaces and Sex and the City. You know, girly stuff. The babies had a blast playing together, I got to cook dinner (a rare occurence!), and it was good fun.

I’m sure I’ll have some fun links to post soon, but this is the first time I’ve sat at my computer all day!

Going out of town for the day… more later.