New Years Eve in the Real LA

This December 31st I had the priveledge of sharing the final hours of my year surrounded by Louisiannaians (in the great city of Bunkee – to be precise). Bunkie is only about a 5 hour car ride from Houston but unfortunately for me – I had just gotten back from Colorado 2 hours before I had to leave for LA (and I failed to mention that I drove from Colorado – so I had already been on the road for about 23 hours). Now to add stress to the situation – The Critic was scheduled to join me for the show yet somehow missed his stinkin flight. So that left lonesome ol Righteous headin off to the Bayou State by himself in the Ghettofaboulous (my sweet, 2-toned, rusty, 95 Camry complete with 3 hubcaps and the word “Ghettofabulous” brazened on the hood with glittery stickers I bought at OfficeMax) As much as my tired self was not looking forward to the show – I must admit the quiet time on the road coupled with Louisianna’s landscape was a refreshing experience for my soul. This was my 2nd time to LA in the last couple months and I gotta tell ya – as much as Texans tell me that Louisiana sucks – I think it’s really cool. I love the small town America feel and the people out on their porches and the Cajun culture and the bare feet. The show was really fun and it was beautiful to see the people not only getting into the concert – but also worshiping with everything they had. They were alive.
I spent the stroke of midnight at mass and then retired to my motel – “The All-Star Inn” This place was wonderfully weird. It had baseballs painted all over it and a truck stop casino attached to the back. Well, I was so dang hungry and after banging on the casino’s doors (it was closed) in hopes to get food – I ventured over to the gas station for some fine cuisine. They had a little oven thing with some sausage that looked like it had cooked for about 14 years. I bought one along with a Diet Dr. Pepper and went back to my motel to feast as I watched re-runs of "Saved by the Bell". Who could ask for a better New Years? Word.