Whip it good

Another 4th, another Waveland experience, another crazy man trying to burn his bald head with fireworks.


On Friday, Melissa, Jerry, and I headed over to New Orleans for the Fourth of July. We got off to a late start and hit a bunch of traffic but I got to watch/listen to Return of the Jedi so it all worked out. Saturday morning Melissa and I attended the funeral service for Jerry's grandfather. I have never seen so many priests at a funeral and I have never been so moved at a funeral for someone I barely knew. I will always remember him as the guy who got me interested in investing and casinos, all through Jerry. After the funeral we went with the LeSaicherres to Bozo's for lunch. I continue to be amazed at the number of restaurants in New Orleans I have never heard of much less been to. It wasn't anything special really but it did satisfy my shrimp po-boy craving. After lunch we headed over to Waveland.

Ah Waveland. What a wonderful relaxing place. I hope some day very soon to spend much more time there. Saturday was a laid back day. We spent some time on the beach, grabbed some snowballs, and just hung out with the family all day and night. I especially enjoyed the movie conversation on the front porch after dinner. Good times. Sunday morning I woke up and prepared breakfast Papa Chase style for the whole house. Sunday afternoon we hung out on the beach with the family and our guests including Fritz, Bonnie, Mark, Jerry, Chris, Bridget, Jay, and Joan. Sunday evening we bought and shot off fireworks. Pretty much your average 4th of July even though it was technically the 3rd. Monday, the Barattini's stopped by so we got to spend some time the with the goddaughter. Isabel took the beach and water very well, maybe a little too well as she liked eating the sand and drinking the water. Babies have big eyes in little fingers. I'm just sayin'.


Monday night we headed back to New Orleans to eat red beans with the LeSaicherres and watch the 4th festivities on TV. Tuesday after packing up the car and picking up Jerry, and watching a little Phantom which I need to remember to add to Netflix, we got on the road trying to get out of town before Tropical Storm Cindy caused too much trouble. It was a pretty uneventful drive with two notable exceptions. 1) Getting on the 290 HOV lanes from I-10 is not the easiest thing to do. 2) Eating at Mel's Diner in Giddings fulfilled a goal of mine, though I am in no hurry to eat there again.

Even after a trip home it's still good to be home. Now if it would just rain.