Day Three: Tuesday
In the morning, we do not wake up so early, but we wake up early enough. Carrie has left us lots of options for stuff to do all written out very nice, and one of those is directions for how to get out to the bayou to go walking around on these wooden walkways for sort of touring the swamp they have out there. So we decide to do that. We miraculously manage to find our way out there, despite the fact that we do not go the way she told us to at all. Really it was like "We're going to end up in Alabama . . Oh, wait, I think this is where were supposed to be!" But we get there anyway.
We spend the day out there (this is probably where I got the poison ivy despite thinking I am very cool for avoiding the mud). It is so beautiful. I take almost two whole rolls of pictures, just of the swamp. We see progressively larger and larger alligators. The first one this nice man points out to us and we think it is so cool, but by the time we see the last, probably nine-foot-long one, we realize the first one must have been just a newborn or something -- it was probably less than a foot. In between we see a lot of medium-sized alligators (but really in exact gradations as to length. We'd see one and then the next one would be just a little longer, then just a little longer.), a lot of beautiful lizards, some cranes (they weren't cranes, I just can't remember what kind of bird they actually were. Egrets?), and we almost see a beautiful snake eat a frog. But the frog gets away. Possibly because we all gasp really loud when the snake lunges for it. I'll bet that snake hates tourists.
Everyone is really nice and pointed out where alligators and things were to us except the snotty nature photographers, to whom we point out an alligator. They were all acting like they already knew it was out there, but they so didn't. Hmph. Just because they were all fancy in their nature-photographer stuff. Oh and one man splashes the biggest alligator with a paddle so it will swim around for us, and Jessica thinks he will be eaten, but the alligator is obviously like "Oh, God. People" and doesn't really care. And he isn't eaten.
We come home and go to dinner at Semolina, which is very good. The waiter is over-the-top and sings us a song about sangria even though we don't order it. We all get good pasta dishes that we share and wine.
After that, we pick up Katy and go to laser tag. I have never been to laser tag before and am scared of it, but Katy and Carrie are old hands. It is fun, but, predictably, everyone beats me hollow. Really. As an example of how incredibly bad I am at laser tag, at one point I run into a wall so hard that I a) get a mark on my nose that doesn't go away for the whole week and b) knock one of my contacts out. I try to pretend nothing has happened because I want to look cool. I do not look cool.
Then we come back home and watch t.v., including Krull (razor boomerang!) and a movie about a Japanese ballroom dancer and School for Unclaimed Girls which is a freakin' weird movie, at least if you don't see the beginning, but I suspect it's weird the whole way through. I mean, any movie in which a man is trampled to death by a merry-go-round is very strange. We are v. disturbed. Go us.
Carrie takes Katy to her sister's and Jessica gets cigarettes and we go to bed.
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