It's been awhile since my last post...this month has gone by really fast! I moved back to Houston in early August, then came back to DC a few weeks later to see all my friends one last time and go to a big music festival. It was so hard leaving the city the second time around...I was definitely that girl that cries in the airport (and cries like an idiot for like an hour before even leaving to go to the airport). First time for everything right? I will probably be that girl again come Tuesday morning when my dad drops me off for my trip to Philly.
I spent the past couple days in Houma, LA where my parents grew up and my pop still lives. I love going back there, and not just because Pop's house always smells like bacon in the morning and you can find absolutely delicious shrimp gumbo in most houses and restaurants. I love it because it just never changes, even when it does. For example, my pop took my dad and I to have lunch at the country club on Friday--a time-honored Houma tradition. However, when we pulled up, there was a lot of construction surrounding the entrance and there were big "no parking" signs where Pop usually parks his car. No matter; Pop just pulled up to one of the signs, drove a little past it and parked in the grass. He can do that, see, because he's been a member of the club pretty much since it started and everyone in town knows him, anyway. My goodness I want to be crazy like that when I'm old.
The other thing I love about Houma is watching my dad just be in Houma. He completely changes--he's more relaxed, his accent gets about 16 times stronger and he's funny as hell. His best friend Mr. Biff owns a paint shop that we always go visit when I get down there and every time we go I almost fall off my stool laughing. It's like a scene out of a movie. There are like seven employees that just hang around and never really do anything, stools set up in front of the pay counter so you can just come and hang out for a bit if you want (no pressure to buy any paint or anything) and every morning this random octogenarian named Al comes in, yells "Biffaroo and Tyler, Too!" in greeting to my dad's bff, then goes and sits in the break room and eats breakfast. I wish I had a transcript of everything my dad and Biff talked about, but one of the better conversations involved the Rock of Gibraltar.
They had been fighting over where the Rock of Gibraltar was and my dad was insisting how he saw it on a map once and part of it is in Morocco. Biff was telling me how he'd need video proof of this when I get there (on Thursday morning, eep) and yelled at my dad "Hey! I'm gonna need video proof of you holding that map!"
To which my dad shot back, without missing a beat, "Do you have video proof of you without a map?" Classic!
Some other stuff I'll miss about Houma/ my friends/ life here in general:
-feeding the fish and worrying about alligators attacking me
-ridiculous, bright yellow pants and how mad a certain person gets every time I take a crack at them
-secret recipe bratwursts
-drinking a bit too much and being an epic fail
-DQ blizzard excursions
-watching Mad Men and The Office in big groups
-watching movies outside in the summer
-everything about DC
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