Give the People What They Want

For all the long-time followers of Dixie Lust,

Trust me - I'm just as shocked as you are right now.

Shock & Awe

Yes - after 10 or so months - I am finally blogging again.

This past Saturday, I broke myself away from newest committed relationship - Netflix and Napping - to hit up the Cajun Heartland State Fair with MTher, Sking, and our newest addition, LMac.

Before we made our way to the fair, we stopped by La Fonda's for dinner and their legendary margaritas.

Some of the best frozen margaritas I've ever had.

While at dinner, SKing mentioned she showed little ole Dixie Lust to LMac earlier in the day and that launched everyone into a "Bring Back Dixie Lust" campaign.

What can I say, I'm a people pleaser. I have heard their cries for more Gulf-Coast-goodness, so here it is folks.

I'm back.

This week as I get the blog back in shape, I'll be bringing you bits and pieces from old adventures. I've got quite a lot of back logged photos and videos that I'd love to share with everyone.

Meanwhile, on to Saturday night's Instagrams

SKing, MTher, & Yours Truly

Wayne Toups

LMac, SKing, MTher - What you dont see? The sweat literally dripping down on everyone

Cajun Dancing at the Fair

Mint Chocolate Martini, by Russ, at the Wine Loft

Great conversation with old friends and a few new ones at Wine Loft

The usual crime scene

La Fonda
3809 Johnston Street
Lafayette, LA 70503-3899
(337) 984-5630


Cajun Heartland State Fair

444 Cajundome Boulevard
Lafayette, LA 70506-4286
(337) 265-2100


Wine Loft
211 Settlers Trace Boulevard
Lafayette, LA 70508
(337) 406-9630


Wayne Toups

Exhausted Love

So I'm absolutely exhausted this beautiful Friday morning!But since I've been non-stop all week with such brilliantly wonderful happenings,I thought this would be the perfect time to try my hand at Summer's Friday, Im in Love Series!
So this Friday, here's what I'm in love with:

Un.


The beautiful people at Bayou Teche Brewing who bring me samples of their newest beer, LA-31 Biere Pale while I merch the Marc Broussard show.

Deux.

Anyone who is willing to make me their super-secret-from-scratch-recipe crepes for me at 1 in the morning and lets me lick the Nutella off of the knife.

Trois.

Women, who even at age 50+, have the cojones to bring the no pants party out in public.... and Im pretty sure everyone got a flash-peek at her cojones once or twice.

Quatre.

Canes Sauce.If you've had it, you know thats all that needs to be said.

Cinq.

My brother and my pretty-much sister in law - This past week with them has been a total blast and I'm absolutely blessed to have them both in my life.
ps. Hillary loves salad?

Six.

The new Secret Society - Laid back wine and cheese Wednesdays with MTher complete with silly talks and eavesdropping.

Sept.

Nights at Enterprise Plantation with my family.Realizing that I completely lucked out in the awesome family department.& even having my Aunt call me out about "slacking on the blog"Hi Aunt Molly! This post is for you!

The Menage a' Guntrum Woody Secret Society

The Menage a' Guntrum Woody Secret Society (or the MaGWSS as I'll call it from hurrr on out) had its first official meeting Tuesday night.

From afar, it seemed to be a quiet evening among three friends - a catching up of sorts over a glass of wine and then an acoustic show while sipping a beer from the tap.

But taking a closer look, you heard them them talking about tacky weddings. You witnessed a rousing game of "What the eff, biatch?!" (that's it's PG-13 Internet name), which included wondering why the woman alone at the bar felt the need to sing every single lyric, even when she didn't know them; gasping in dismay when a girl walked in dressed as an Eskimo; and pondering if the leathery cotton-topped man was actually wearing a wig. You also spied these three taking shots (on a Tuesday night?) when a surprise run in with an old E-Harmony match presented itself.

You probably thought they were clique-ish. Elitist? Loud and obnoxious?

Agreed.

But you know what?

They don't care.

They enjoyed themselves.