Indescribably Delicious

Gnomie and I made it to Louisiana.

My faithful traveling companion Gnomie  and I made it here to Louisiana. I feel badly that I had to put him in my luggage, but considering the testy TSA folks and my Sept. 4 report about the woman who murdered her husband with the coffee mug, I tucked my little ceramic friend between my underwear and my socks. It's too bad. The seat next to me was empty.
When visitors arrive in Louisiana they are required to purchase a

Now you don't.

Now you see it...

20-oz. frozen daiquiri from the Daiquiri Drive Thru. It's convenient to insulate the daiquiri inside an empty 32-oz. fast food cup. Of course, one should never operate a motor vehicle while consuming a daiquiri. The drive-thru people fully expect you to take that luscious liquid home before you drink it.
To me that's just slightly harder than keeping my hands out of fresh, hot french fries, wafting their aroma at me with seductive, salty stems  while peeking at me from the fast food bag.

 I have to go now. That last sentence was so gastro-intestinally stirring I'm off to the drive thru.
"Laissez les bons temps rouler!" Let the good times roll!