Grease and Bridges

The bridge swayed and shook, the bridge was narrow, and the sign said, “ remove accident debris to the side.” Perhaps you can tell I hate both bridges and that I had never been to Louisiana before. One sign was a little nerve shattering, but when I saw one every mile for several miles I was ready to turn around. Fran did not help matters any. He created all these wonderful stories about how many men lost their lives by alligators while building that huge bridge. The bridge was the one that went extremely high like a one eighty over the river that goes by Lake Charles. I thought that was a contradiction. A river? That goes by Lake Charles. Oh well, it was a lot of water and Really far down.
While we were in Louisiana I got to taste my first Cajun food. Surprisingly enough I loved it. It burned on the way down, but the flavor was wonderful. The second night we were there, we decided to eat in the motel. We were tired and decided to have a pizza delivered. I had asked the prices, the pizza was $12.99 and the 2 liter coke was $2.99. I thought, “oh well, what the heck.” About forty five minutes later we were starving to death. I looked out the window. This tiny little lady was driving a huge boat of a car and pulled up in front of our door. The pizza box she pulled out of the back seat was heavy and awkward for her to carry. I opened the door right away and helped her carry in the pizza and the soda. She gave me the bill and needless to say I was very surprised when she said it was over twenty two dollars. The delivery fee was outrageous. Especially when the pizza place was two blocks away! That’s what we got for being lazy. After she left we opened up the pizza. We had ordered sausage and pepperoni combo. They had not cooked the sausage before they baked it. The pizza was so greasy we could not eat it. We choked down one piece and drank some soda, and went to bed.
The next morning we so hungry we had headaches. We had not eaten for almost twenty four hours. We went to a breakfast buffet and ate until we were uncomfortable, but it was so good.
The pizza was lousy but the people were so nice and friendly. We were looking for a casino to make a “donation” to. We looked and looked and couldn’t find it. We stopped to ask someone at another little casino. The lady smiled and said, “the hurricane took that casino quite some time ago.” Fran had to apologize to me. He said that the reason we couldn’t find the casino is because I had my eyes closed. (Remember I said I hate bridges.)
It was fun to visit Texas and Louisiana, but I am really glad to be home to our bedtime at nine o’clock that everyone teased us about when we were in Texas. Sorry, that’s what happens when you get to a certain age and for that I am not apologizing!