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April 19. Saturday.
I’m not sure how it happened, but we didn’t turn in ’til 3AM.
The wedding was a kick. Jason’s brother, Jake, reeled in the grammy-nominated cajun band, The Lost Bayou Ramblers. Jambalaya, shrimp etouffee, grits, bread pudding, and ginger mint juleps topped the menu.
True to the cajun tradition, Jason and Miranda jumped the broom. From what I’m told, this is an old tradition from an age when ministers were not available. As a symbol of the couple’s bond, they would jump over a broom together. Wiki this for accuracy. I’m rolling with this explanation for now.
We closed at the Spotted Cat on Frenchman Street. Cool jazz band with a trombonist as the lead.
April 18. Friday.
I’m not sure how it happened, but we didn’t turn in ’til 3AM. We had dinner at a favorite uptown spot, Jacques-Imo’s, and then met the wedding posse at Mid-City Lanes Rock and Bowl. If you haven’t been here, it’s an old skool classic. The ball return is the only automated feature, and it’s an early version of that technology. Scoring is done by hand, and bowling is done with beers. The band plays alongside while the dance floor hops. Clockwork Elvis was the headliner. Yep, lead singer wearing a derby while singing Elvis covers. Quite good actually.
April 18. Friday.
We rolled out of Ville Platte with a trunk full of whiskey and a double-barreled shotgun. Six police cars were hot in pursuit, but the big rig ahead of us had his radio on and said it was clear all the way to Panama City.
Actually, Stephen, Mary, Cindy, and I loaded up the car and stopped at Stephen’s aunt’s house on the way out of town. We spent a few minutes catching up with her and hearing about various family members (her son was a world class bowler). She has an incredible piece of property in Ville Platte, and it looked even more amazing as a rain storm passed through nearly leaving us drenched. From there, it was straight to New Orleans unless you consider our coffee and beignet fix in Lafayette.
The next event on the Bayou wedding agenda was a crawfish boil in New Orleans’ Audubon Park. We showed up with a washerboard to complement the two other washerboards brought in from Ville Platte. The weather called for rain, but it evaded us. …and then it rained crawfish.