Whistlin’ Dixie

I owe y’all an explanation of sorts. I recently posted a blog in which there was a picture of myself dressed in the usual garb of all “Suhthuhn Ladeez” in our natural habitat…a big ‘ol plantation located in Natchez, Mississippi.
I can explain, I swear.
But first:

Yeah, that’s me backing-that-ass-up in a hoop-skirt, not being very lady-like

Last weekend, my best gal and I went to visit her great-grandmother (who, I might add, is 105 years old. She puts on a ridiculous amount of lotion every night, that is probably the key to longevity, ladies, moisturizing) who lives in a big pink plantation called “Monteigne” whose pillars can be seen in the background of that awesome picture above.

We cut the journey and stayed at her family’s farm in Tyler Town, Louisiana where we feasted on the fruits of the sea:

And then we headed northwest towards Natchez where we were slightly less excited over the local cuisine:

That’s a big pile of cheese, if you were wondering

The reason we visited her great-grandmother is because she is very, very old. But the other reason is because we got to raid her closets full of beautiful old vintage duds. Score.

We lost our shit a little bit…note the manic gleam in my eye

Some things we noted on our trip:

1) People in the deep south have a propensity for burying relatives in their front yards.
2) There are probably like 9 sheriffs per county, because all anyone seems to do is have elections over there. They all have their nicknames on the numerous election signs: “Vote for Lloyd “Spanky” Mcconnell.” Also, the housekeeper mentioned her grandmother’s name and I narrowly avoided an awkward LOL moment. It was “Sookie.”
3) There are bears in Mississippi. We found a dead one in the road.
4) I could only ever live in a city. The first night we spent in the country alone in a farmhouse in Southwestern Louisiana, we had to push our beds together out of terror, because we were fairly certain that at any moment the house would be besieged by toothless hick-types.

Yes, just like that, google.

For the viewing pleasure of your tired city eyes:

Note the ejaculations of “Cue banjos” and “CATTLE CROSSING!($*&&#(@)!!!!”