Sunday the ‘rents and I drove to Grand Isle. It’s like Amity Island on the gulf, although presumably without all the great white shark attacks. I probably would have heard about that. By which I mean the population like, quintuples in the summer. Like most such beach towns, it’s kind of a honky-tonk and I think I would like it more in the off-season. There’s just something squalid about beaches when they’re packed with sunburned tourists eating junk food and toddlers with saggy diapers.
But if you’re ever there in the summer, get a dreamiscle flavor sno-ball (that’s what we call sno-cones in Louisiana, although it’s closer in texture to Hawaiian shave ice) at Megan’s Sno-Balls. TRUST ME.
Dudes be fishin’. This guy was from Guatemala and lives in Baton Rouge. (Mom started talking to him, so he was of course forced to tell his life story.)
I also shot a roll of slide, but I had to send that out to be developed at Dwayne’s.