Tuesday, September 11, 2007

lonely blog

I thought I would sit down and blog today. Considering I use to blog all the time – and update y'all on my boring routine and mundane life – I really haven't had the will power or urge to sit down and write all those boring, routine, and moundane "stuff". But I got an email from a friend today, basically asking if I had dropped off the face of this planet. I was like, not exactly. But close. So I decided to sit and blog.
What to blog about. Work? Way exciting – but not bloggable.

Life? Yes. A great blog topic. Everyone does it now-a-days. I mean, you can sit and read about people's sad breakup, wedding days, child bearing, etc. And all in the privacy of my own home. Why would you want to do this? Absolutely no reason at all, just because it's fun. Therefore, I'm not really caring what I blog about. You'll read my blog anyway, because you're just as boring as me. That reasoning makes me feel better.
So, let me blog about traveling. Other then my quick jaunts back home, and the one time I went to Philadelphia and New York, I stay in the south, (which, by the way, is everything south of I-10; if you were not aware of the location of the south). In fact, just last weekend I attended the Shrimp and Petroleum festival in Morgan City, which is two hours south of Baton Rouge. Two weekends before that I went two more hours south ofMorgan City where basically land (kinda) meets water. (Kinda) meets water, because even though you've been driving down this bayou for an hour and the road finally ends – you still have another fifteen miles until the ocean. You can see oil rigs off in the distance; along with shrimp boats making their way to sea. In fact the beaches are great. It's basically swimming in the Wabash River. Remember all that crap everyone else is dumping in the water up stream? Well it makes its way down the Mississippi and dumps it onto our coast line. And Louisiana people can swim in it, if they chose. Most don't.

But swimming in the ocean isn't the fun, really. It's the Cajun dances at BreuxBridge every Saturday morning. I don't usually partake, but its nice to sit back with your (spicy) scramble eggs with a Bloody Mary and watch people older then my grandpa go crazy Cajun. That definitely makes it fun. For sure. 

Umm, lets see. What else goes on. I'll list everywhere I've made journeys too:Houston, Dallas, Little Rock, Lafayette, New Orleans, Biloxi, Destin, FL. Destin just counts as a good place to go see Andrea and chill. It's about where you start getting good beaches down here; Dallas is actually a cool little city; I like Little Rock a lot, even though Lindsay didn't so much; and Lafayette is the big cajun city.

Otherwise, I just sit back and hang out with friends. 

Anyway. There is LOTS more to tell, and maybe I will blog about it all later. But that's about it for now.