The boyfriend’s mom was in town this weekend and Saturday we took her to a St. Patty’s Day parade on Magazine St.  Things that happened, in no particular order: We ate an amazing home-made corn beef stew, I was accused of biting someone on the neck, I stole a bag of beads out of the back of a cop car (shouldn’t have left the trunk open suckkas),  I kissed (sometimes my kisses turn into neck bites) around 50 men (on the cheek) in exchange for flowers, beads, a pair of boxer shorts, some bouncy balls, and one moon pie.

Sunday we decided to have a low-key day.  We ate a great brunch at Cafe Atchafalaya where we spotted Archie Manning.  When the boyfriend asked me if I knew who Archie Manning was, I responded, “I don’t know, the mayor?” Umm, no.  Apparently, three mimosas turn me into a dumb blond.  Well, I never really knew my famous sports figures anyway.

Cafe Atchafalaya is quickly turning into one of my favorite brunch spots.  They have live music on Sundays and their food is consistently tasty.

After brunch we decided to go to the zoo and take advantage of the beautiful weather.  Other than mass of ridiculous people making stupid comments (I heard one mother tell her son that an ostrich was just a huge duck.  And he was like, No, I’m sure that’s an ostrich, mom. And she kept insisting that he was wrong. I had to resist the urge to pull him aside and let him know that he was right.  But there comes a time when all of us have to figure out on our own that it’s possible that we’re smarter than our parents, so I decided to let him experience that moment for himself one day.  I hope it’s one day soon.), I have always loved the zoo.