June 12, 2011

Hey, Y'all!

The casinos have reopened and Harrah's brought in Paula Dean to help with their reopening ceremonies.  Hot damn! Paula Dean?  Live and in person?  I can do this.  See the queen of butter, eat at her restaurant, and drop a quarter or two. Called BFF to see if she was interested.  "What is she going to do?"  I figured that it would be a cooking demonstration.  Sounded good. It's a definite plan.

A short synopsis of the drama preceding the journey.  You knew that there was one, right?  The top to the shorts set will turn up in time.  It is in deep hiding; although, it is supposed to be hanging in the closet.  After numerous, repetitive searches, I gave up and chose another outfit.  The money and ID showed up, eventually, as well.  As I pulled out to let BFF know that I was finally on my way, the phone beeped to let me know that it needed to be charged.  Great!  BFF and I are bad traveling partners...we are always running behind. But we finally got on the road. She swore that it only took 1.5 hours to reach Tunica; I said 2. The show started at 6 p.m.  We were late.

A decent crowd but not packed.  Why is she strutting across the stage?  In those pants that are showing the imprint of her knees?  And, why does she have everyone, including her husband, seated on the stage?  Where is the cooking demonstration?  Well, boys and girls, I was ready to go within 15 minutes of being seated.  She may have thought, as she said, that it was just a few friends getting together but the kid was not happy.  Especially when she cracked that her new grandson looked like a Black baby; he was 5 or 6 shades darker than she. She was funny, yes, but I didn't pay for a stand-up comic. For that, I can come back to see Ron White next weekend.  I payed money for this? PLEASE!

Saving grace?  Mini-cupcakes and beverages after the show.  Of course, every cookbook she had ever written was available for sale and I promptly added to my collection.

The slots were extremely loose.  Guess Harrah's is suckering everyone in until they get a steady stream of customers.  Not complaining.  Was very happy to play their money and leave mine alone. On the way home, however, it dawned on me that another reason for wanting to go was to get one of those fantastic roosters for the mantle in the kitchen.  Would've remembered if we'd gone to eat but we didn't.  Next time, for sure.

Be Safe.  Be Blessed.

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