The Finale

We finally made it to Houma, the weekend before Mardi Gras. Anywhere else that wouldn't mean much, but in Lousiana, that's an excuse to party hard.

We saw family, ate more delicious food, and drank waaaaay too much. This is why I only have a meager collage to offer up as sacrifice to you nice people.
I was so intoxicated one night, that I woke up the next morning in bed, not knowing I had left the bar, with unknown, quite expensive beads strewn across the hotel room. I was horrified until I got a text from a new girl friend that afternoon, regaling my antics. Apparently I entertained the hell out of some ladies that were there, and I got some epic beads out of it.
All I can say is, thank God I didn't "earn" those things.


After our short stint and rounds with some family, we made our way back home. The drive in took much longer than anticipated, and we had gotten word the dogs were looking for us.
By looking, I mean attempting to escape due to anxiety at our absence. Blitz would not let my sister leave without an epic battle at the gate.

So off we went, with a promise to return to Tombstone and take more photos for the Nana. She likes "old western" cowboy type history.

Husband did most of that mission, while I relaxed in a wonderful diner on the main street. Once again, I laid it down with a hamburger, all the while wondering why I had gotten so pudgy.
Regardless of my self-image, it was quite delicious.
 I even got to enjoy the company of the very friendly waitstaff, as well as a special needs group (along with their medical aides) on a field trip. At first I had politely kept to myself when they filled up a long table beside me, but after a young lady insisted I was familiar, I felt obliged to get social with the group.
I know, me, loud-mouth; it was a real stretch.

It turns out this young lady had mistaken me for someone a bit more famous, and had hoped to get a photo. At that point I was at a loss. Do I play along? Is that wrong? I didn't want to upset her by correcting her. Luckily one of the aides took the lead and gently informed her that I was not, in fact, said famous person, and was just a really nice friend.

She still took a selfie with me on "her very own film camera," after which I had to excuse myself to handle the onslaught of feels. Absolutely sweet soul, that one.
You can imagine when Husband came to get me, his surprise as we exited and a whole group of 18 people were waving and saying goodbye.

"Uh wife, what did you do?"
"Just being me, you know, the usual."