Ragin Cajun

It's the countdown to what I will call

"Getting Bourbon faced on shit street!"

OH MY GAH!!!!!!!

I can not wait!!!

I'm having an excited anxiety attack right this minute thinking about what kind of adventures we are going to have!!!
It's a good thing I'm typing my words, because I tried to talk to Paula about my trip and became a stuttering, thick tongued idiot!
If you asked me what I was excited about, my answer would come out a little like this:
"tttttttddddddddkkkkkkkkkkkenyadddffvvvvegas fftaxifaaaaaaddddddriverpahpahpaOMGfttttfflaaashbacks......
New Orleans!!!"

OK, so I've packed:

tums-for repercussions from spicy food and drink

umbrella- for walking in the rain

poncho-for those unexpected down pours that an umbrella can not cover

clothes-everything from a swim suit to a maxi dress

shoes-all sensible, yet fashionable to walk miles in

hats-for my kizzy hair in humidity 
and for pure laziness of not wanting to spend time on my fro

camera-to capture the memories
 [of my auntie E and Chelise getting Bourbon faced]

money-to buy myself into a drinking/eating/sight seeing oblivion

plane ticket-to get my ass to Nawleans in a timely manner

pictures of my Aunt Janin and my bro Damon-because I know that they want to be living life large with us....if only in spirit

and last but not least:

mace-to ease my husbands worrisome mind :)

Dude!!!

I'm freakin' going to New Orleans TOMORROW!!!!

The ya-ya sisterhood ambition quote for this weekend:

"Get comfortable baby, I've got a full tank"

It's all about enjoying the ride!

Wahooooooo!!!!!!!!!