Tripping Down South
As it has been documented, the family was down in Louisiana for the Thanksgiving tour. We stayed at my mother's house in Baton Rouge, my hometown.
I always feel odd going back to Baton Rouge, I'm not 100% sure why I feel that way, I just do. Maybe it's because I so wanted to leave there in my youth, because I didn't really feel independent until leaving there, or because I can start sweating by just standing outside in November. Perhaps all of those things together contribute to the feeling, but I try to control the sweating by only going down there between the months of November and February, this time I was just dealt a hot and humid hand.
Luckily, we had direct flights both ways from CVG to BTR. Unluckily, The Little Man was horrible on the flight down. Everything the kid could do on a first time flight he did. He screamed, kicked the seat in front of him (thank goodness no one was in it), kept slamming the shade down on the window, spilled something, dropped toys on the floor and so on. We were on a small plane so there were two seats on each side of the ailse, so it came to a point where Doodlebug and I, which were sitting across the aisle from The Lady and The Little Man, just started giving them the snake eyes like we didn't know them. At one point, I told Doodlebug to look over and tell that woman to control her child, which she did. It was funny for about a second, then the young man continued being a royal pain in the backside. The flight to London back in March seemed like a walk in the park compared to the hour and forty minutes that hell ride lasted. Funny how kids can throw a wrench into situations sometimes.
Once we got settled in at my mom's house, which took us no longer than twenty minutes, we said, "so long suckers!" and left the kids with her for some funtime and so we could forget about that flight. Nothing shakes off a stressful flight better than a cup of crab & corn bisque, followed by a fried shrimp & catfish platter, all washed down with sweet tea, from Parrain's.
The sun had gone down by the time we had arrived for our stay in Baton Rouge and I had heard lots of views about how Katrina changed my hometown, but I was eager to take a look after some time had passed to see what has going on there. As far as my odd feeling returning home, that was the biggest contributor now.
