Mmmmm....cheeeessseee  (dddrrroooolllll)

Ya'll are forgetting the crawfish, Barq's root beer and Dixie beer. 

Magnolia trees.

Dancing the two step.

ahhhhh.......

I live in FL but I was born and bred on the MS Coast.

What's that big word in the subject line mean? 

oh, I think it means "a whole mess of Southerners". 

Nope, "southern" is being grouped from several states with a total population greater than Cali's. ...and there are a lot of CA folks on board...

You know, I don't think I'd much prefer drinking "sweat tea".  SWEET tea, though, sounds okay...  

Steve 

Mmmmm...sweat tea...

I'm a Yankee (I visited, spent my money and left; as opposed to a damn yankee who visits and never leaves) who married Cajun.  Does that count?  Oh yeah, I made the infamous Sweet Tea mistake...once.

You stole a cajun? I think that makes you an f*&kin' yankee.

LOL

Actually she stalked me.  Great story.  It all started on Mardi Gras....

Do tell....

My brother, who was two at the time, got lost at Mardi Gras...

I got lost at Mardi Gras once, I think it was like 1978 through 1986.

HOLY S**T!!!!!!  Scary!!

Well, you asked for it....

Mardi Gras, 2001, Denver, Redfish in Union Station, I'm about 4 weeks post-op from an ACL revision where they harvested the graft from my opposite knee (took graft from same knee for my first reconstruction 5 years prior).  So here I am, this gimpy, double knee-braced, shorts wearing-in-February kinda guy.  A couple of friends of mine and I wander into Redfish where we see another friend of ours who is a contractor for whom we do a good deal of work.  He introduces me to an "acquaintance" of his - my future wife - who he was actually intending to introduce to his business partner (another friend of mine), that night.  Said partner can't show b/c of another enagagement, and in I step.  We go home that night (don't judge, Y'all, like you've never done it ), and as far as we know that's that.  Well, about a week and a half goes by without hearing anything from her or the aforementioned contractor friend, and I get home one night to find a string of Mardi Gras beads hanging from my apartment door w/ her business card attached.  We were pretty much unseparable at that point, which is ironic, considering she just wanted one of those "no strings, beneficial friends" type of relationships.  Funny part of the whole thing was, she had stopped by the previous weekend to leave her card, in the same manner, and put it on door #204 (which was in fact my apartment # at the time)...but at the building 2 doors down from mine.  Some girl called her, quite confused.

Actually the best part was at the wedding when the aforementioned contractor friend simply said, "Hell, I was just trying to get you l**d."

...and then some.

Heh...great story! And actually, my brother getting lost wasn't all that big a deal (from what I've been told, as I was 4 at the time). It was 1970, so it was a kinder gentler Mardi Gras. A cop found him wandering around, who radioed all the other cops, so the first cop my parents found knew right where he was.

newbiedoo - 2005-08-04 4:30 PM

run4yrlif - 2005-08-04 2:49 PM

newbiedoo - 2005-08-04 11:33 AM Although my Govenor can kick your Govenor's ass.

Though neither one of them can probably successfully spell "ass."

Your Gov: aaayyysssz My Gov: arurse

(this is a dare from my hubby...)

MY governor can call his big brother and he will find someone to beat up your governor.

See, family matters in the South. 

Happiness is:

• A Saturday afternoon when they tee it up "Betweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen the Hedges"
• Granny's Fried Chicken, cornbread, and field peas
• Watermelons that you didn't plant but grew out in the patch anyway
• A Northbound Yankee!!!