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Where were you in NO? I have to admit that, in spite of all my visits, I really only know the French Quarter and the Garden District. That's the problem with visiting NO! Funny about Shreveport ... not the most exciting place for a teenager!
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I lived in Jefferson Parish as a teenager. My first drunk was rum and Coke at Ponchatrain Beach. It was so blipping hot and humid that I kept on slugging away. I went on the double ferris wheel and didn't even notice it was a double. Miraculously, I didn't get sick then.
Later, I was crawling up the stairs to the bathroom on my hands and knees. My mother woke up and asked me if I had been drinking. I said yes. She asked me if I was sick, and I said yes. Then she said, "Good," and went back to sleep. Didn't do that again until years later.
Belindaloo, I'll try JW Blue Label, just to be sure I've tried them all. I've tried the Red and Black Labels.
Oh, another story!, and I said so. She said that she had used some of the wine that was in the fridge I kept a bottle of Glennfiddich in the fridge, so I could have a nice cool one when I got in from work. My roommate usually cooked dinner because she was home hours before me.
One night, she made the best Chicken Cacciatore, and I said so. She said she hoped I didn't mind, but she used the rest of my wine that was in the fridge. We used the name "MacChicken" years before McDonald's.