Special Report: Hildy On the Road!

Greetings from Nawlins, everybody! Here I am. I am happy to report that I have enjoyed much good food and a refreshing drink or two, and I've met some really nice people.

I would also like to note that I have yet to meet a single person that pronounces it "Nawlins." Everybody here is from someplace else. I haven't really been able to put in much face time with the locals. I am exceptionally disappointed. BUT, I have yet to meet a crawfish I didn't like, and the andouille sausage is damn good, too.

Speaking of crawfish, those little suckers are TAS-TEE. Messy, but delacious. Basically, you have to grab the crawfish in one hand and twist the tail off with the other. Then you have to peel away the outer layer of shell and put your mouth around the meat and suck it out as you squeeze it. And then the juices are running everywhere. Oh my. Doesn't this sound dirty???

I did suck the head, by the way, but I didn't really like it. Next time I'll just stick to the tail meat. And by next time, I mean tonight. O yes, I WILL be dining on my little friends again this very evening!!! I am counting the minutes...

In other news, there are hundreds of quaint little shops lining the streets of the French Quarter, which ironically sell the EXACT same crap as all of the OTHER shops. Feather boas, party masks, beads (some with boobs and other unspeakables adorning them), and beignet mix. And T-shirts. Dirty T-shirts. So dirty I cannot tell you what they say in this post. After all, this is a family place.

Haha! I had you there for a minute, didn't I? I'm such a kidder.

Of note, I was walking around the other day with the guy I'm here with, who I'm learning is a pretty strange individual (so as you can imagine, we are getting along swimmingly), and he points to a T-shirt in one of the shops and says that he has that shirt at home. His wife bought it for him. I went in for a closer look. It was three stick figures standing around a campfire with roasting sticks. Two of them were happy, and one of them was sad.

"It's all fun and games until somebody loses a weiner," it said.

O yes the snickering fits wore on well into the night. I am having a grand old time!!!!

Hope you're having as much fun as I am! But I doubt that's possible. After all--you are there, and I am here. And I am just the life of the frickin' party.

Or at least that's what I tell myself when I am the only one laughing. Which happens all too often. I'm going to stop while I'm ahead.