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As the adage goes, it's
not a party until something gets broken. And the
first thing to get shattered should be one's
tendency toward moderation. But you gotta be careful because we always remember to bring cameras to document the madness. You should also know that blackmail is a time honored Louisiana sport. |
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| As is
in-kind trading for all those pretty beads. At
least one attendee purchased quite a few beads to
empirically test this axiom. He claimed more than
a dozen successful barganings but they remained
frustratingly unconfirmed. Here are the two closest attempts we could capture on film. Who says there's no love left in the world? |
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The mistress of
ceremonies and gracious host, Yola was in full
force this year. (seen here with Julie and Andy)
No cheek went unkissed, no crisis left unaverted
and no "darling" left unuttered.. It's her world guys, we're just living in it. |
| Also on
hand for the festivities was our one-man safety
net, Chris. He handles all the technical things
we dolts can't, like the stereo and last-minute
carpentry. Then he stays vigilant to fix beer hoses, fetch fresh kegs and whatever other little calamity occurs. Usually he keeps under the radar but he wasn't quck enough to dodge the camera this year. |
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And we had a New Iberia
reunion this year. Tom, Christiaan and I forged a friendshp during more than a few evenings at the now defunct Armands bar and restaurant in downtown New Iberia. While Tom has been on hand for every Where Y'at!?!!, Christiaan only recently moved to San Diego and this was her first showing. |
| But the hallmark of the
day was the sheer drunken exuberance of the
party-goers. Most everyone behaved and a good
time was had by all. Which is the whole point of the thing, when you get right down to it. Now where's some sugar for the cook, dammit? |
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