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Rated: 13+ · Column · Opinion · #1835811
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Lessons from a Couple


Today I went to the Moon Walk in New Orleans right near the JAX brewery.  I always want to go when I'm in the French Quarter area. I don't know what it is about water but it always has a calming effect on me.  So my friend and I went and allowed the water to minister to us. There were some steps that drew us closer.  Normally, they would be covered by water but the Mississippi has been really low lately so you could sit on the steps nearest the river.   

On the steps to the left lay a man I assumed was homeless stretched out and apparently asleep.  Opposite him, closest to the water, was a woman stretched out taking pictures with her phone.  And four or five steps below where we sat were three drunken celebrants accompanied by three unleashed dogs who offered us whiskey when they noticed we had taken up residence on the steps.

We declined, however, they were quite insistent that we should take a shot with them.  When we continued to politely decline, one of the men in the group called us a French and Cajun synonym for female genitalia.  When we asked about it, both the lady and the man helped explain that it was French and Creole and that "white" people used the word.  After explaining the word however, the mostly one-sided conversation was interrupted by a monkey.

Well not a monkey, but Monkey, the dog, who'd gone off by himself and was defecating in unsanctioned places.  The woman remarked that she was tired of cleaning up Monkey sh*@# but that she would do it because she didn't want to go to OPP.  According to her, she had spent more time in OPP than in New Orleans.

After dropping that jewel she took off in pursuit of her Monkey followed closely by the third man who let us know he was her fiance and that this was there honeymoon celebration.  Finally, the second man who had originally profaned us came up and finished some conversation that only he and his whiskey understood before following after the happy couple.

So the lesson...Peace and Chaos cannot exist in the same place at the same time.  Eloquently put by my friend as we watched the wedding party move on to greener pastures.
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