I'm back . . .

Just had a brief hiatus due to taking on too much responsibility at once (more on that in future posts) and a broken space bar.
There is nothing that will deter you from typing an email (or blog) more than a broken space bar. I'm typing with it now and I'm already about to wrap up this post. I can either type really slowly or just type onebigword-sentencewithoutspaces.

So, we had some friends come down and we all trekked it over to Baton Rouge (our great state's capital) to lose to the LSU Tigers. The LSU fans are sorta SEC db's who dress up to attend football games but then later puke all over their Sunday clothes out back of their parents' pimped-out Tiger Winnebago.

Really, the fans weren't that bad. They yell "Tiger Bait, Tiger Bait" as you walk by which is super annoying but kinda funny. And anyway, if you're not PITT, it's kinda hard to get under a WVU fan's skin.

One of these gentlemen gave me permission to use his photo. The other doesn't know this blog exists.

BUT, we made a VOODOO CHICKEN. Here is the picture.

The voodoo chicken didn't work. Maybe because we didn't stab it with anything. We spent a lot of time walking around the French Quarter trying to find a tiny LSU football helmet and coolie to dress the chicken, where I ran into three friends from my home town. The quarter was overrun with West Virginians drinking hurricanes and singing "Country Roads."

Here are some more tailgate pics:

Tiger Bait

The voodoo chicken really confused people. "But we're tigers" they kept saying.

Weird Louisiana fungus that sprouted in the courtyard. Looks like something out of Alien.