or Lobig gets the Blues
I have been down in Lafayette for a couple of days now. Lafayette, Louisiana. Never heard of it, I hear you. Well, let me tell you a little story. I took the train from New Orleans last Tuesday; and be aware that’s an experience of itself for Amtrak is certainly known for high speed passenger transportation. I think, we made the 35 mile per hour speed limit at least once and it turned out to be pure excitement. Once, I had arrived, I strolled over to my choice of accommodation, the Blue Moon Saloon. Right, it doesn’t quite sound like an overnight spa resort and, surprise, they happen to have live music every single day of my stay. It’s quite tricky to arrange that sort of set-up with my research and conference schedule. But, four hours of sleep guaranteed, it seems to work.
People overrun the Saloon at night times. One can hardly move while the crowd is dancing to Cajun or Zydeco style music. Don’t mix them styles up; they are different in many means. So at one point, this black, muscled, serious looking fella tries to pass. I am squeezing my white ass to the wall, trying to avoid any contact, eye or physical, but still he steps on my toe. Shit, I think, I am in for trouble. I glimpse at his t-shirt and it reads “Race to end Domestic Violence.” Well, I guess, we looked at each other and got a good laugh out of it. Next, Blondie walks up to me and asks “Wonna dance?” I says “I can’t dance” in that French accent of mine
. She ignores my answering and starts that FAQ-game. I play along. She was born and raised in Lafayette, Louisiana, and I dance her; “Tell me your dreams but wait until the morning.”
Next morning I wake up the light kind of twinkling patterned in bars. Well, it turns out I took a little nap on the sidewalk. Some nice guy didn’t like that and decided to provide me with a roof for the night. Glad enough, he let me call one of those 1-800-bail-me-out-things. It takes a while but still it works. I get to that conference of mine in time, I get to ask some minor questions – and I get to wear those nice orange pajamas every night now.
Thanks, Lafayette, Louisiana. I do appreciate.