I laid in the bed with the sheets open wide and a freight train running through the middle of my head.
It's probably a good thing that today is Monday. I spent way to much time playing hard in S'port-Bossier this weekend. I am still pretty tired even though I arrived home Saturday night and this morning I am still achy.
Friday, before we left town Jean, her sister, her niece and her mother went to the Junior League Spring Market. Most years, I just go there just to get out of the house and to say I helped by making a donation to a charity by paying the cover charge and maybe buying some good homemade pickles from a booth. This year, I actually bought something and it was not pickles. I purchased a pair of Crocs, which I am surprised that Renae does not own a pair nor has ever mentioned them in her blog. She should definetly check them out. Anyway, they are just some very lightweight and so comfortable foam rubber clogs that could be perfect for yard work or putting aroung the house. These shoes would be most excellent for wearing while hanging out on the river. I am wearing them to work today in all their khaki glory.
We ate lunch at the market, and headed back to get Jean's and Debbie's husbands and to drop Jean's mom off back at her house. Upon our depature from town, we made a stop at a legendary and imfamous (dum-dum dah-dum) drive-thru bar. Jean's sister, Debbie was totally blown away by such and got out my car while the drinks were being made to take pictures of something every out-of-stater thinks of as bizarre, but is a completely occurance normal in Louisiana. Yes, I was a good girl and did not drink on our journey to Shreveport because I was driving.
We finally made it to the hotel, and decidely made a bee-line to the Horseshoe. Bonnie Raitt was performing there that night, which I wanted to see her instead of gamble, but the show was already sold out, so I just gambled for a couple of hours with everyone else during which time where we all got really drunk and obnoxious. People in passing just stared and laughed at us for the rest of the evening because they were not having near as much fun as us. Jerry did so well at the blackjack table that the casino comped our meals at the buffet at which I attempted to eat decently, but found that tasks was really hard to accomplish.
We got back to the hotel and crashed because Jean and I both had to get up early to be judges at the state Destination Imagination tournament while Jerry took his in-laws to the Artport to catch their flight. Being a judge at the D.I. tournament is always a thrill and pleasure for me and the competing teams always blow me away. I also had to judge a somewhat unofficial skit where second graders performed for encouraging sticky notes and not so much a chance to the global tournament. They were so cute.
After the tournament, Jean and I went to go find Jerry, by which time he was hanging at a pool hall over at Heart of Bossier called Fast Eddie's. It was a good thing that I was around because Jean and Jerry really do not know much about the area and it was a total fluke that he was basically right around the corner from the school where the tournament had took place and Jean had no idea where her husband was. She commented about what a good job I done because it was so fast for me to find him (about 5 minutes) but that was really nothing.
They hit the road back to Monroe, and I decided to head over to Towne South to check out the World Market while I was in town, since I did not last time I was there when Fred was visiting his dad. I have spotted the place several times before, being my aunt is a manager at the Golden Corral across the street. I was a little disappointed, but I guess that is what happens when one makes preassumed expectations about a store like that. It was a little like Pier One meets Paul Micheal Company with a small dry goods and wine department.
I did find an interestingly appearing bottle of blush wine, when an employee showed up and asked if I needed any help. I asked him about the wine, as if was like White Zin or White Merlot and that guy said that he thought that it was the red and the white mixed together. Now, I am not saying that is not a possibility but it certainly sounded unlikely. He must have been a new employee or new to wine or something else. So, I bought the wine anyway. It was nice wine even though it had a screw-off cap. I had heard that all wine will be going to screw-off caps, but I really don't know how true that is.
I finally made it home exhausted Saturday afternoon. I did manage to muster up enough energy to get up for church Sunday morning, do my weekly grocery shopping, water the yard, get the laundry done and go walking for a little while. The rest of the day was spend lounging about.
Friday, before we left town Jean, her sister, her niece and her mother went to the Junior League Spring Market. Most years, I just go there just to get out of the house and to say I helped by making a donation to a charity by paying the cover charge and maybe buying some good homemade pickles from a booth. This year, I actually bought something and it was not pickles. I purchased a pair of Crocs, which I am surprised that Renae does not own a pair nor has ever mentioned them in her blog. She should definetly check them out. Anyway, they are just some very lightweight and so comfortable foam rubber clogs that could be perfect for yard work or putting aroung the house. These shoes would be most excellent for wearing while hanging out on the river. I am wearing them to work today in all their khaki glory.
We ate lunch at the market, and headed back to get Jean's and Debbie's husbands and to drop Jean's mom off back at her house. Upon our depature from town, we made a stop at a legendary and imfamous (dum-dum dah-dum) drive-thru bar. Jean's sister, Debbie was totally blown away by such and got out my car while the drinks were being made to take pictures of something every out-of-stater thinks of as bizarre, but is a completely occurance normal in Louisiana. Yes, I was a good girl and did not drink on our journey to Shreveport because I was driving.
We finally made it to the hotel, and decidely made a bee-line to the Horseshoe. Bonnie Raitt was performing there that night, which I wanted to see her instead of gamble, but the show was already sold out, so I just gambled for a couple of hours with everyone else during which time where we all got really drunk and obnoxious. People in passing just stared and laughed at us for the rest of the evening because they were not having near as much fun as us. Jerry did so well at the blackjack table that the casino comped our meals at the buffet at which I attempted to eat decently, but found that tasks was really hard to accomplish.
We got back to the hotel and crashed because Jean and I both had to get up early to be judges at the state Destination Imagination tournament while Jerry took his in-laws to the Artport to catch their flight. Being a judge at the D.I. tournament is always a thrill and pleasure for me and the competing teams always blow me away. I also had to judge a somewhat unofficial skit where second graders performed for encouraging sticky notes and not so much a chance to the global tournament. They were so cute.
After the tournament, Jean and I went to go find Jerry, by which time he was hanging at a pool hall over at Heart of Bossier called Fast Eddie's. It was a good thing that I was around because Jean and Jerry really do not know much about the area and it was a total fluke that he was basically right around the corner from the school where the tournament had took place and Jean had no idea where her husband was. She commented about what a good job I done because it was so fast for me to find him (about 5 minutes) but that was really nothing.
They hit the road back to Monroe, and I decided to head over to Towne South to check out the World Market while I was in town, since I did not last time I was there when Fred was visiting his dad. I have spotted the place several times before, being my aunt is a manager at the Golden Corral across the street. I was a little disappointed, but I guess that is what happens when one makes preassumed expectations about a store like that. It was a little like Pier One meets Paul Micheal Company with a small dry goods and wine department.
I did find an interestingly appearing bottle of blush wine, when an employee showed up and asked if I needed any help. I asked him about the wine, as if was like White Zin or White Merlot and that guy said that he thought that it was the red and the white mixed together. Now, I am not saying that is not a possibility but it certainly sounded unlikely. He must have been a new employee or new to wine or something else. So, I bought the wine anyway. It was nice wine even though it had a screw-off cap. I had heard that all wine will be going to screw-off caps, but I really don't know how true that is.
I finally made it home exhausted Saturday afternoon. I did manage to muster up enough energy to get up for church Sunday morning, do my weekly grocery shopping, water the yard, get the laundry done and go walking for a little while. The rest of the day was spend lounging about.
posted by Nikki | 9:20 AM
2 Comments:
Sounds like you had a lot of fun!
I've seen the foam rubber clogs on a lot of people and I've heard they are very comfortable, but I don't know that I've ever come across them in a store because I hate shoe shopping and pretty much just stick to the Birkenstock store. I'll keep an eye out for them as they do sound like something good to wear around the house and yard.
You can buy them online at the crocs site but they run a little big. From what I hear the brightly colored ones run even a little bigger than the normal colors. I normally wear a 9, or go 9-1/2 when buying cheap shoes at wal-mart or payless, but I fit into a 8 into the crocs and they are almost too wide. I got the "beach" style because that was what was being the only shoe stocked by that particular booth, but they do make a narrower style just like the "beach" called the "cayman".
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