Deviated Times in the Confederacy

[bealeblues]

so yeah, deev's here. in the confederacy. sure sign of the apocalypse. here's how it's gone so far:

2 pm: deev lands in the confederacy

2:30 pm: intense storms spring up between lafayette (where i work) and baton rouge. coincidence? i think not. hurricane-like rain to welcome the hurricane that is allthingsdeev.

4 pm: i am en route to the airport, driving through the deviated weather tribute

6:40 pm: deev hops into the bealebucket and we head back west to BR

so we're in the car and the hour or so trip back to BR goes by in about 15 minutes. after we get back here, we make a pass by the computer and see that lala's online (as usual, *cough*wink*cough*). kick on the webcam and lala gets the first official visual proof that deev is here. right after, i have to finish preparing all the legal releases and waivers that will govern deev's stay here, so i continue on with that and tell lalers that we will shout at her later.

once the releases and waivers are signed and notarized, it's safe to go out. after a monkey call or two, deev wants cheap food, cheap beer, and cheap hookers, so what better place to kill off all 3 than hooters. shut up, we're in the confederacy and what place more aptly represents the yankee notions of the confederacy than hooters? while we're there, deev chats it up with her first new confederate friend jackie (yes, we took a couple of photos for you monkeys, be patient) about hair colo(u)ring/bleaching/who knows what else. they disappear for a while, but under the attorney-client privilege, i cannot divulge any more than that.

we quickly kill 2 pitchers and decide to see what crappy ass band is playing at the bar. yes, THE friday uglydrunk/band/pool night bar that y'all heard so much about a couple of years ago. and true to form, the band is terrible-- a pink floyd/led zeppelin cover band. it's as bad as it sounds.

one turn of good fortune, frogshit was tending bar, so i made deev have a martini-sized "frogshit shot"-- absolut citron/triple sec/midori/malibu rum/razzmatazz. she downed that and hits a well poured jack and coke. we sit at the bar and just chill for a bit until deev does some kind of kavorka-esque thing with another bartender who promptly comes up and puts an illuminated jack daniels necklace around deev's neck (yes, we have pictures of that too, calm down). they disappear for a while, but under the attorney-client privilege, i cannot divulge any more than that.

deev downs her jack/coke and i kill off my beer, so we decide to head back to the house. more beers and some chatter with lalers, pfp, and rap rob and it was time to call it a morning.

and so now, another guest has arrived (identity withheld to protect the innocent) and we are going to head back to new orleans and bourbon street. paramedics and bail bondsmen are on standby. more and better pictures today, and these will be digital. maybe we'll be in a condition to post them at some point. or not.

[bealeblues]

oh yeah, i forgot to add one thing

at one point during the night, the english fvcker called up to tell me that his braves were beating my dodgers in the 9th inning. i just have one thing to say:


WHO WON, BITCH?

[Zaftig]

Good times. . Good times.

[Avalon]

IF Dinz joins you, then I will believe it is the apocalypse.

[zenbabe]

you didnt tell them about all the phone sex!!!

[Frieda]

woooo! show the pictures!!

[zenbabe]

*ahem*

[lapietra]

[Frieda]

not the phone sex pictures!

[zenbabe]

well I do have one of those camera phones

[Frieda]

don't tell me you took pictures of yourself

[zenbabe]

I took pictures of Beale!

[Frieda]

while having phone sex with beale?

[zenbabe]

I told you I have a camera phone!

[Frieda]

what the fvck did you need the phone for??