Christmas in Louisana

Yes, I know that it's January 6, and so discussions of Xmas are a little late. The good news is that I've been writing all these wonderful additons to my blog. The bad news is that all the writing was being done in my head.
I did spend Xmas in Louisiana. It was mostly normal. As in any other American city, you would see light displays in front of houses at night. I suspect that there were probably not as many light displays as normal. People that got their houses flooded probably didn't feel the need to replace Xmas lights right away. But as you drove around, even in the parts of town that were so devastated, you would see people trying to get into the Xmas lighting spirit. I saw a lot of trailers with lights or a tree decorated outside. Gotta applaud those folks for trying to get something normal back into their lives. As far as the difference between the cultures, there were some differences I noted. In lots of displays, Santa's sleigh was not pulled by reindeer, but by alligators. And there were various decorations of crawfish dressed in santa costumes.
Lana and I really didn't have any place to go. We had invitations, but felt that it was family time and we should do something else. So we headed for a casino in New Orleans, looking forward to their Christmas day buffet feast. I had visions all the way there of all the prime rib I was going to eat. That was when things started getting a little strange. The prime rib was the worse cut of meat that I have ever seen served. So I sat where I could see the carving table, and was waiting for them to bring out a new slab of meat. It never happened. That's because no one else was remotely interested in eatting prime rib. Every table I watched, the people were loading up on....fried chicken. And that was by choice, not that the other selections weren't good. Now why were so many people spending $26 for a all-you-can-eat fried chicken buffet? Then I started thinking about the number of fast food places in Slidell. I realized that the only competition for the number of fried chicken places is the number of daquiri bars. Interesting culture.

There's a part of me that thinks that I should stop writing about the strangeness of Louisiana, but then what would I have to write about? Well, anyway, I want to tell ya'll about my visit home. So there might be several emails coming to you in the next week.