E. Shrew and I are now getting back to our regular routine of splitting our time between the country and the French Quarter in New Orleans. With his brother back to Europe after a couple months, we are now settling back down into the couples routine.
On Friday, E.Shrew cooked the most delicious meal. I am always begging him to cook this wonderful chicken dish with capers, and he gave in and cooked it for me again. We settled in my house in the country, and watched Nanny Mcphee
. It was practically the only pay per view choice on Friday. It was a cute movie. I had the hardest time watching it though because those British actors and actresses are just not very easy on the eyes. Thank God Emma Thompson gets beautiful at the end of the movie.
Saturday was marked by a boat ride
and a chicken photo-op
. E.Shrew had misgivings about taking our chickens and posing with them on camera. I was like, "We are not fucking them... we are just taking pictures with them!" Fortunately, we haven't been contacted by any animal rights activist for kissing and hugging on our fair feathered friends. There was a terrific thunderstorm move through our area Saturday evening that knocked out our power. We didn't let that ruin our good time though. We went to this wonderful dinner/pool party across the river in our home parish. Jefferey and Michael had a beautiful house, great food, and great drinks. I wouldn't have invited that loudmouthed John, but this was their dinner party. (JOKING) We had a
good time in the pool with a bunch of fun guys.
On Sunday, we slept in late as we recovered from the previous hard night of revelry. I drank a lot of wine and Mojitos at that party. Boy was I feeling it yesterday morning! E.Shrew and I chased those hangover blues with some Greek and Lebanese food in the parish. Awww... nothing like a gyros sandwich and hommus to chase away that headache. I then laid down on a bed, as I hugged my children (Boudreaux and Pierre) and listened to the entire Wicked
I reconnected with E.Shrew in New Orleans for a night on the town. As part of our routine, we always buy our first drinks at Lafittes
. To my utter amazement, I stumbled across the infamous Jukebox Clique! Recently, the shit hit the fan with a local bear organization. So, being the shit stirrer I am, I dozied over to three members of the Jukebox Clique and I made my presence known. I was like "OH MY GAWD! LOOK! The Jukebox Clique!" Steely eyes rained daggers down on me for that comment! (lol) Subject was avoided, and I was quickly told that I have to stop doing the Jiggy Dances
because they saw my last one (Son of a Preacher Man Jiggy Dance) and it was just wrong! Well, I didn't feel the pressures of the clique. I stood my ground. I firmly let them know that those Jiggy Dances are here to stay because they represent that I don't take myself too seriously.
For a clique, I found the Jukebox clan harmless. I don't really think they are a clique anyway. I just know that I can personally hug on, tug on, sit on their laps, and make conversation with them as long as I like. They do tend to stay in the same spot all the time. Instead of being a clique, perhaps they are merely getting older and simply choose to stay put in one spot? When SOMEBODY in the group proved to me that they were 7 years younger than moi, it was time to move on to The Bourbon Pub. Grrr...
So that was the weekend recap folks. I am well rested and ready to begin my workweek.