We went sightseeing today, walking the beautiful, man-made sand beaches of Biloxi, Mississippi. I have photos and some history, but I’m too sleepy to write about it now. Instead, I want to reprint a comment that was added by a reader our post “The Pretty Man Visits Henderson, Louisiana”. The comment was left by Jim and Cathy Palm, who have their own blog, Palms – Americana.
We had a heck of a time understanding the Cajun vernacular. We did alright one-on-one, but were lost when listening to two or more Cajuns speaking together, so the story Jim and Cathy posted was a particularly fun read. Whether it is strictly true, or a “Semi-True Tale”, we haven’t laughed so hard in a LONG time!
Here is what they said:
Pretty Odel in Cajun country reminds me of a little story.
About 8 years ago my sister in law and her husband moved to Lafayette LA. Brad went down a few weeks early to get the house set up.
He had been there 2 or 3 days when there was a knock on the door. When he opened the door there stood a man of about 5 foot 4, a hundred and twenty pounds at the most, scraggly sun bleached hair and a dark leathery weather beaten face. On his head cocked crooked and almost falling off was a 30 year old Rajun Cajun baseball hat that was barely held together with a few threads, he was wearing a faded, ripped Mardi Gras tee shirt that appeared to say 1993, a pair of faded, patched Levi's that were cut off and frayed at the knees and a pair of open toed sandals that were so small that his feet hung over the sides.
He immediately stuck out his hand and said “Meh. How Y'all Doin' ney-bor, Ima Dru Thibodeaux ana I wanta say you welcome to da steet” through his toothless smile. He grabbed Brad's hand and shuck it so violently Brad could barely get it back.
Brad told him it was nice to meet him and asked what he could do for him?
“No no what I do you for friend”, he went on to explain. “There be a little gatherin ata my hauss ta nite and ya- al got an invite, we gonna hav al diffent kins of drink and food kinds ya nevr dreamed of. We ganna drunk some, then et a litle cajun, then we drunk a litle more then we cut up da rug to som swamp music, then we gonna drunk a litle mor. Wea kepa donin this til da mida of da nite den we go crazy.”
Brad asked him what he meant by going crazy?
“Dats when the fun begones, everybodie gets to rippig all der cloths of an ruunin round doing ana crazy sex youa be wanten wit whoa ever youa can catch.”
Brad gave it a little thought then figured what the hell you gotta meet the neighbors sooner or later might as well be tonight, so he told Dru that he would love to attend. As Dru was walking down the steps Brad called to him and asked, “Hey Dru I've never been to a party like this before, what should I wear?”
“Ahh it dont matter, it's only gonna be you n me.”