N'Awlins Musings

Well, we're all booked up for a visit with my family this Thanksgiving in New Orleans. Or as Mary refers to it, the "Home of the Drive-Through Frozen Daiquiri."

Yes, Lousiana is actually the Land That Time Tried To Forget. Several years ago they finally passed a law prohibiting open containers in moving vehicles, but they left a 'loop-hole' available for the booming frozen daiquiri industry. One can still drive up to the window at one of these stands, order up a frozen alcoholic confection, and as long as one doesn't actually put the straw through the lid, one is quite okay to drive around, careening off parked cars and over small animals. The drinks are available in a variety of flavors and sizes up and including the Gallon 'o Fun.

I'm not going to say that every car I've ridden in while in New Orleans over the years has a back seat full of discarded Styrofoam drink containers, because that wouldn't be true. But there have been more than a few. Mostly owned by my family members, of course. And people who claim to be family members (hey it's a friendly town), but who I certainly don't remember sharing a bathroom with growing up. And random strangers.

Will we partake of these icy cocktails while we're in N'Awlins? I would guess not. I've never been a real fan of Slurpees and adding alcohol to one doesn't make me any fonder of them. Still, as far as I know, it's something you really don't find anywhere else, and I like to celebrate diversity.