The difference between North and South Louisiana is vast. North is very conservative, Bible thumping, and if you have a cocktail or wear leopard skin you might cause a scandal. Cotton fields, corn, soybeans everywhere. Even though Shreveport has five casinos it is mainly Texans who patronized them. That's because East Texas is dry. There is only one liquor store between Shreveport and Dallas in Kilgore. If you like to fish or hunt, ride four wheelers and act like a coon ass this is your place. It was actually considered cool if you wore muddy camouflage to high school during duck season. This is why people think I am so weird collecting all these Pucci clothes. Hell, why wear that when Sportman's Paradise Gun and Ammo Store has camo on sale. If you like to eat well and have a cocktail this is not your place unless you like catfish. There is only one exception to this rule and that is the Chateau. The Chateau or the 'teau as I call it deserves its own post
The South is untamed, Cajun 24/7 partygoers with beer cans permanently glued to their hands. The unofficial capital of Cajun partyland is Lafayette. Downtown maybe one street but that street is packed with good food, live music, art galleries, and a huge outdoor park that was designed to host live music acts . The downtown merchants sponsor Downtown Alive! on Friday nights during the spring and fall which features bands mainly from Louisiana but occasionsly from some exotic place like Texas. Eveyone just hangs out in their folding chairs with beer cans firmly gripped and enjoys the music. I hate beer for many reasons but mainly because it is so fatting. Yet these people guzzle beer like water (do they even have water here?) and there are very few large people. I guess that all that inbreeding has created a beer drinking/no weight gain gene in those Cajuns.
Every Friday I escape to the South to hang with my longtime boyfriend Bill. We have been hanging out together for over five years. If I didn't get out of my parents house every weekend I would go crazy. Last weekend I was homebound and Bill came North so I have been chomping at the bit to get out of the house. Even though it was pouring down rain I was determined. I have a 4 wheel drive truck so I can handle anything except hurricanes. It takes me about three hours to get to Bill's house which is no big deal. He used to live in San Antonio which was a 7 hour drive. That was a bitch.
So I finally get to Bill's and the opening round of where do you want to eat dialogue begins. With the exception of crawfish season we tend to hang at the same places. Last night was sushi at Tsunami or as we call it "too snobby" The people there want to be been; I just want to eat. Last night there were the most interesting collection of shoes I have seen. The usual patrons are young trendy people and eating here is the height of their existence which is okay. Not everyone can be me.(Just kidding) I just can't take myself that seriously. After you wade through the posers and finally get to the hostess stand you are exhausted. We usually angle for a place at the bar to eat and last night we scored early. Yum.
Today we are hanging out in bed. This does not mean what you think. It is endless hours of surfing the web and the 1000 or so satellite channels. We definitely need to get off our asses and hit the gym just to remember we are part of the human race. And I definitely need a shower after our post sushi stop at the 307 for some cocktailing and cigar smoking. There is nothing worse than have smoky hair. I don't know why my hair absorbs so much smoke. I will even spray Fabreeze in it to get rid of the smell. Wow, am I really watching drag racing. My attempt to live the life of a sophisticate Pucci princess is shot at least for today.
What the night will bring I don't know but I will do my best to wear something worthy of my imagined title.
This might be my choice for a steamy evening in the South. The pattern is Stella in blue. I love this shade of blue with all the colorful accents. This is a modern interpretation by Christian Lacriox of an Emilio Pucci pattern from the late 60's. The fabric is silk jersey which wears well in the high humidity of Louisiana. I purchased this blouse on Ebay a couple of years ago. I will never part with this blouse as I have the matching purse which is reversible. I will not wear it to a drag race.