The day started off a bit crazy trying to gather last minute games and items for my sister's baby shower. She ended up walking away with tons of good stuff and we had a nice time playing games. Unfortunately I didn't win any. Some of the guests helped us clean up and take stuff to her house where they also put things together, unpackaged presents and helped clean up the baby's room to make sure it's as ready as can be...she's due in just about a month.
We were then off to a 3 year old birthday party for a friend of my sister (and boyfriend). We had been warned before we went that it would be a "cajun" party because the host hailed from Louisiana and his name (the only one they know) is T-Mac. Mom and I were led into the middle of nowhere by TomTom and I wished in my head that we had taken a wrong turn on accident, but no...
We saw trailers and 4-wheelers parked on every piece of property. Some yards had more 4-wheelers than cars and some had more chihuahuas than 4-wheelers. Although I did grow up in a small town, my dad owned a 4-wheeler, Wranglers and boots were common, and people parked trucks in the yard, I was still in for a bit of culture shock. If you don't remember, I'm also known as a "Tea Sipper" among my sister's boyfriend's family...they expect me to be a bit out of place in situations like this. There were rednecks, rednecks, and more rednecks at this birthday party. At a redneck party, they don't have any rented moon walks, but multiple 4-wheelers that anyone may take for a ride. They came and went like an amusement park ride. I took my turn in order to satisfy future brother-in-law (chief mocker of my tea sipping). I have ridden a 4-wheeler before many times, so this wasn't a new activity for me.
While we were sitting around chatting some of sister's friends came up and amused me (I'm also sure I returned the favor). One of them noticed that my mom and I were wearing the same sandals another wanted to know if my toenail polish was red or orange. He was satisfied when he saw it in proper light to know it was red-orange. I found this quite funny because none of them seemed to care what color shirt they were wearing or what type of shoes they had on their own feet.
I did enjoy a few laughs while on "Cajun Road" (not even a joke...it was really the name of the street) and smiled watching a 3 year old open her presents, "I got a pair of flip-flops, I got a pair of flip flops!" And, "Okay guys, I'm going to open my this present now!" Oh, the joys of hanging out at a double-wide.
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