Who Dat Party!

So....this is one topic of life that I have figured out.  How to throw a proper Saints viewing party.  Unfortunately, last week the Saints forgot to win the game to add the perfect ending to a good night of football, food and friends.  They better like look like getting it together this weekend when they come home to play their first home game against the Bears.

The year the Saints won the Super Bowl (woooo hoooo!!!, never thought I would say that) I started a little tradition.  I make jambalaya, Emeril's recipe doctored by me (I use some excellent andouille sausage recommended to me by an old black man who works at Rouses who knew his shit about sausage and some shrimp, I do not use chicken because I avoid touching raw chicken as often as humanly possible)

Side note about chicken - I like chicken just fine, but seriously, I can't stand to touch it raw.  So, if you come to my house to eat, don't ever expect to have chicken unless I purchased it at Popeye's along with the best tasting biscuits on the planet.

Ok, back to my tradition.  I make jambalaya and have people over.  The tradition worked for every game during the Saints super bowl run, so I thought I would get back to business and bring back the tradition this year.  So far, it hasn't worked :(  Damn it!  Anyway, below are pics from the party.

Delicious Jambalaya!!

Party Spread - festive table cloths courtesy of Cher (my mother, for those who might not know - although, I'm pretty sure no one is reading this that doesn't know me)  Also, thanks to Megan for the salad, Debbie for the chips and dip and Perrine for the ridiculously good Bee Sweet Cupcakes! (yum!!!)

Me and Mr. Cooper who helped himself onto the couch (Don't judge, but Mr. Cooper had to be sedated for that evening because the dog is more into football than me, if that's possible), so he was even more needy than usual.  I think I might try a little less sedative the next time I have a football party.  However, this will not be a weekly occurrence because of the need to sedate Mr. Cooper...

Anyway, this is one topic of life I've figured out.  However, no worries friends, I have plenty of areas of life that I haven't even remotely begun to figure out, so more postings to come.  Men and my bizarre dating life will be the topic of the next post.  I know there is some interest in this topic because I don't exactly have a normal track record with men or dating.  No idea why, but whatev, I'll get my shit together at some point.

Until next time...WHO DAT?!?!?!

Weekend Recap

This past weekend was so much fun. The highlight was definitely Saturday night.  Another one of my grad school friends is departing Nola, this time for NYC.  There aren't too many of us left in this city anymore, but it's forcing me to get out of my comfort zone and try to make new friends and get involved in this city I love so much.  Still trying to figure out how to do that successfully...

To celebrate my friend's going away, we all gather at the Davenport Lounge at the Ritz.  That was my first time there, even though I've been trying to get there for the past 3 years, sad...  Well, I'm so glad I went, and I will definitely be going back.  I LOVE, LOVE to dance to an almost ridiculous degree and I have no skills and the more adult beverages I consume the less I care about what I look like or how many people are actually on the dance floor with me.  (Note to self, you didn't over indulge Saturday night, still managed to dance and not make an ass of yourself.  Remember this for future wedding receptions and various other functions)

On Sunday I took at trip to my grandmother's house, and I always bring my dog, Mr. Cooper, with me.  Apparently he has a rough life and wants to escape.  My grandmother and I decided to take a random trip to Lowe's, but in the process of getting out the door, Cooper escaped!  He took off down the street (thankfully at least, away from the main street, but unfortunately toward the woods) and of course, would not listen to me when I was yelling at him to stop, sit, come back, etc.  Awesome, here I am sprinting through a 55 year old and older community, running through people's yards screaming after my dog in 115 degree heat and oh and when I finally do catch up with Cooper, he doesn't have a collar on and I don't have a leash...  So, needless to say, he got away again.  This time on his run back toward the busy street and my grandmother's house, he decided to say hello to a lady and her two dogs while she was unloading her groceries. Thankfully, the lady was a dog person and offered to keep Cooper in her house while I ran back to my grandmother's to get his freakin' harness and leash.  (Note to self, the dog needs to wear a collar at all times, regardless of what the damn groomer said - the groomer who made your dog go from cute sheep dog to questionable gay fairy dog)  Pictures below.  So...my Sunday afternoon was slightly eventful, but all is well now and Cooper will now have a collar on at all times.

Pre-Groomer

Post Groomer...

Mr. Cooper's hair has quickly started to grow back, thank god, but he will not be visiting that particular groomer again...

Literally...Still Figuring It Out

        So...this is my first blog post.  I don't really know what I'm doing, but I want to learn.  My friend is going to give me some tips tonight hopefully at happy hour.  We're going to have beverages at Oak.  One of my favorite bars in Nola.  It's definitely not a typical Nola bar.  Everything is white on the inside, chic, etc.  Not exactly what you think of when you think of Nola.  However, it's a good atmosphere (they generally have some live music) and the drinks are very reasonably priced.  It's a wine bar, but I rarely get wine.  Wine and I, unfortunately, have developed an unfriendly relationship over the last few years.  It's truly unfortunate because I used to put it away like a champion in college, but oh college days...  Can't drink like that anymore/don't need to drink like that anymore.

Here's a pic of my friends and I at Oak on NYE 2010/2011

Clearly we're all sober...

Well, that's it for my first post.  I really just wanted to see what it would look like on the blog.