Last night we threw a pretty sad and dingy going away party at the Bulldog in Lafayette. Sad because we forgot to tell anyone that we were having the party and dingy because it was, well, at the Bulldog. Our grand plan was to park the bus outside, sleep off our $2 Amber Bocks and hit the road at 7:30 am the next morning, stopping for breakfast at the Trant house in Grand Coteau. John-Henry was the only one of us who stuck to the plan, although he “woke up several times in the night, soaked in sweat.” The rest of us spent one last night in air-conditioned glory and woke up late.
Goodbye Louisiana! We will miss the 4th of July figs and persimmons ripening on our trees, the mid-day thunderstorms which grant us brief respite from the heat, the two-step and waltz, and even the cat that attacks when fed.
