| You Know You're From New Orleans When... | |||||||
| You think sunglasses are supposed to fog up when you step outside. You don't think it inappropriate to refer to a large adult male as "Li'l Bubba." No matter where else you go in the world, you are always disappointed in the food. Your loved one dies and you book a jazz band before you call the coroner. Your accent sounds nothing like Harry Connick Jr's. You can sing these jingles by heart: "Rosenberg's, Rosenberg's, 1825 Tulane.", "At the beach, at the beach, the Pontchartrain Beach..." You were a high school graduate before you realized that Catholic and Public wer not two major religions. Your baby's first words are "long beads". you ask, "How they running?" and "Are dey fat?" but you're inquiring about seafood quality and not the Crescent City Classic. When a hurricane is imminent you have alot more faith in Nash Roberts than Super Doppler 6000. Your town is low on the education chart, high on the obesity chart and you don't care because you're no 1 on the party chart. Nothing shocks you. Period. Ever. Not politics, hurricanes, redlights, parking tickets, the Saints, Mardi Gras.... your one-martini lunch becomes a five bloody-Mary afternoon....and you keep your job. Being in a jam at Tulane and Broad isn't the same as being stuck in traffic. You're walking in the French Quarter with a plustic cup of beer-When it starts to rain, you cover your beer instead of your head. Your idea of health food is a baked potato instead of fries with your seafood platter. You believe Ronnie Virgits should be archbishop. You have to take your coffee and favorite coffeemaker with you on a three-day trip. You exhibit the "doubloon reflex" by stomping runaway coins with your foot. You have sno-ball stains on your shoes. You call tomato sauce "red gravy". Your middle name is your mother's maiden name or your father's mother's maiden name or your mother's mother's maiden name or your grandmother's mother's maiden name or your grandfather's mother's maiden name. You know you recycled too much newspaper when there isn't enough for the crawfish table. You are going through customs and the agent asks you where you're from and you answer "Gentilly." On certain Spring days, Crawfish Monica is your breakfast. Yea eat snow balls instead of throwing them. You house payment is less than your utility bill. You've done your laundry in a bar. You push little old ladies out of the way to catch Mardi Gras throws. You look forward to being smashed by a hurricane. You don't show your "pretties" during Mardi Gras. Catching "crabs" makes you smile. You write "crookedpolitician" as all one word. You know it's "ask" but you purposely say "ax". You understand it when someone describes their favorite color as K & B Purple. You know how to mispronounce stret names corretly. You know that Tchoupitoulas is a street and not a disease. You can "boo" the mayour on national television. Beignets are the major cause of your gallstones. You wear sweaters in October because it ought to be cold. Someone asks you "Where u at?" and you tell them how you are. You are left behind at an out-of-town bar searching for a "go-cup". You think of potholes as naturally occuring speed bumps. Your grandparents are called "mawmaw and pawpaw" Your Santa Clause rides and alligator. Your favorte saint is a football player. You suck heads, sing the blues, and you actually know where you get them shoes. You shake out your shoes before putting them on. You're afraid to move away because you won't be able to make groceries. You know that "super doppler" does not refer to generously endowed woman's chest. You know why you should never, ever swim by the Lake Pontchartrain steps. You cringe ever time you hear and actor with a Southern or Cajun accent in a "New Orleans based" movie or TV show. You have to reset your clocks after every thunderstorm You wast more time navigating back streets that you woul dif you just sat in traffic. You still call the Fairmont Hotel the Roosevelt. You consider garbage cans a legal step to protecting your parking space on a public street. You fall asleep to the soothing sounds of four box fans. You ignore cockroaches because you know the only ones you could kill are the weak or infirmed,and it would only serve to strengthen the breed. |
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