After a trip to New Orleans, we gather together to exchange pictures and try to recapture the parts of our memories that were mysteriously left behind in the French Quarter.
This past Friday, we combined the "Great Picture Exchange" with Steve's (my brother-in-law Dan's brother) 50th birthday party. We also watched the video of us singing "American Pie" at the Cat's Meow. It's my niece Katie's favorite song so it was my sister Terry's brilliant idea for Katie's mom and dad and aunts and uncles to get on stage and sing it. We knew it was bad while we were doing it but there's nothing like having video proof that you suck.
As we looked at the pictures from the trip, we noticed a pattern. A disturbingly high percentage of the pictures feature people with their mouths wide open. When I say wide open, I'm talking uvula shaking, tonsil exposing, TMJ inducing wideness. See for yourself...
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Ahhhh, the Cat's Meow! I'm glad to know that I'm not the only one in blogworld who has parked my memories at that particular bar. In my case, though, I think it was me and my 2 best girlfriends enthusiastically doing a particularly poorly-rendered version of Toni Basil's "Mickey". As hard as the Coors Brewing Company (evil empire, indeed!) tried to make me forget that debacle, I have the video as a reminder. Sigh...
Every time we go to New Orleans, we swear we won't spend most of our time at the Cat's Meow. Once we get there, however, we can't tear ourselves away. Perhaps it's the 3-for-1 margaritas. Perhaps.
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