Dancing in Louisiana

We went to breakfast in the motel at 9 and left for church after a frantic search for our car keys. They had been tangled in the bedspread as we were packing the other things in the car. We were 15 minutes late for church but were uplifted by the message of the Good Shepherd. We were also blessed by Holy Communion. We drove the 10 miles to the Louisiana welcome center where we had our lunch on a picnic table. We got some brochures about the deep south Louisiana area around Morgan City, Houma, etc. and came to our motel, the Sleep Inn in Scott. We were early but checked in anyway. We rested a while and watched some of the Cubs game. We then drove to Simon's house to see if he had died. After consulting the neighbors, we got him up from a nap and talked for about an hour. We planned to pick him up for lunch tomorrow at 11:30. We went downtown Lafayette to go to the festival but arrived just before things shut down. We heard a little music and had something to eat before going to our dance place, Randol's. It was Zydeco night and was packed with young people who were great dancers. There was also a tour bus of geezers from Florida there. Some of them also danced. I saw a very short woman from Austin that I had met years ago at Fred's Lounge in Maumu. She had been shaken by the loss of a friend, and I had counseled and comforted her then. Strangely, she remembered me after I had mentioned she was from Austin. She tried to talk to both Evelyn and me but was drowned out by the loud music. We were able to dance some despite Evelyn's sore leg. It didn't seem to bother her at all. I had more fun tonight than I had had many times in the past. It was a wild crowd. The Austin woman showed us how to do a dance manuver called "the window". We had tried to learn it many times before. This time it may have stuck with us. We will see later. We returned to the motel and made arrangements to meet the Trahans for dinner at a restaurant near here tomorrow evening, making full rounds of our friends in Lafayette.