Late Sunday Night or early Monday Morning
Thankfully, I have safely returned from Jackson, Mississippi and the Sweet Potato Queen (SPQ) 2015 Zippy Do Dah Parade. It is late, but the adrenalin continues to rush through my body after such a fabulous weekend.
There are currently 360 photos downloading from my camera card. This does not count the number on the other camera card that was on the trip (X) or any of the pics on the phones (3Y). Therefore – 360 + X + 3Y + $100 of photos we purchased from the professional photographer of just the three of us, and then the CD of pictures of everybody else for the whole weekend equals one big ass bunch of pictures. How you like that math, Mr. Wax?
So while we are waiting for the first load of 360 Big Ass Bunch of Pictures (BABOP) on my card to down load I will give brief summary of the first few hours of SPQ Day One. Yeah – like when have you ever known me to brief?
Niece1 (N1) and I traveled safely to Shreveport on Thursday and stopped for the night. Friday we drove onward to Jackson. As soon as we crossed the Mississippi state line, I fetl dumr aredie. I think my IQ dropped almost 14 points in the first mile.
But we arrived at The Hilton in Jackson in plenty of time to prepare for the Big Ass Hat Luncheon and Contest. We had just pulled under the porta chasee (fancy, French sounding name for a porch) of The Hilton when a giant suburban carrying four women, with the back filled to the top, a packed luggage on rack on top and hauling a small trailer, with a their SPQ chapter logo painted on the side, pulled in behinds us. N1 and I both said “Oooh, we’re gonna need a lot more clothes and we are waaaayyy under dressed.” But as the third member of our group waiting for us in the hotel says “Sometimes life should be led like a cavalry charge” and off we went. After a quick champagne toast to celebrate our arrival our group of three was complete.
Shortly after arriving and getting settled, a woman burst into our room and exclaimed, “Damn I got so drunk last night, I forgot to take my zanax.” The third member of our group introduced us to her friend, Martha Jean. Martha Jean then put her big ass hat on her head to show us. It was a lamp shade called Fifty Shades of Gray Goose so aptly named she said because “This book is so bad, it made me want to drink so much I would put a lamp shade on my head.” I had no idea who she was, but I liked her immediately.
Then after further extensive oohing and aahing over the fabulous head gear so graciously made for by member three of our group JP, we quickly donned our headgear and were off to Sal and Mooky’s. Please note: Our Big Ass Hats will receive posts dedicated exclusively to their design and creation.
Well, it appears the first Big Ass Bunch of Pictures have downloaded.
So, deny it until there are pictures. Take a look.
Her Royal Highness – Jill Conner Browne
Martha Jean being interviewed by TV media
The Peacock Queens
A rose by another name would smell so sweet.
Me and N1
Well, more tomorrow and the rest of the week and maybe to tax day. I must go cream my face. Night or morning or whatever.