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Since we already did the "What kind of English do you speak?" thing, I thought this was pretty interesting, especially since we have a few N'awlins (New Orleans) people here ... :P

 

Ya know ya from N'awlins when ...

 

Ya know that a Zephyr is an old rollercoaster and a baseball team!

 

You proudly claim that Monkey Hill is the highest point in Louisiana.

(You know it's not but you'll fight anyone who don't believe ya.)

 

You drive your car up onto the neutral ground if it rains steadily and heavily for more than two hours.

 

You have flood insurance.

 

Someone asks for an address by compass directions and you say it's Uptown, downtown, backatown, riverside or lakeside.

 

Your idea of a cruise ship is the Canal Street ferry, and your idea of a foreign cruise ship is the Chalmette ferry.

 

Your burial plot is six feet over rather than six feet under.

 

You know the Irish Channel is not Gaelic-language programming on cable.

 

You can pronounce `Chop-a-tool-is' but can't spell it.

 

You don't worry when you see ships riding higher in the river than your house.

 

You get on a bus marked `cemeteries' without a second thought.

 

You have no idea what a turn signal is or how to properly use it.

 

You can cross two lanes of heavy traffic and U-turn through a neutral ground while avoiding two joggers and a streetcar, then fit into the oncoming traffic flow while never touching the brake.

 

You can consistently be the second or third person to run a red stop light.

 

You know how long you have to run to a store, get what you need and get back to your car before you get a parking ticket.

 

You got rear-ended 10 times by people with no insurance.

 

You make a `right-hand turn' instead of a right turn.

 

You get off the stoop, walk down the banquette and cross the neutral ground to go get a sno-ball in the summertime.

 

You judge a restaurant by its bread.

 

The white stuff on your face is powdered sugar.

 

You visit another city and they "claim" to have Cajun food -- but you know better.

 

You have the opening date of any sno-ball stand in your Daytimer.

 

You know that a po-boy is not a guy who has no money, but a great-tasting French bread sandwich.

 

The major topics of conversation when you go out to eat are restaurant meals that you have had in the past and restaurant meals that you plan to have in the future.

 

You judge a po-boy by the number of napkins used.

 

You consider having a good meal as your birthright.

 

The four seasons of your year are crawfish, shrimp, crab and erster.

 

A seven-course meal is a pizza and a six-pack of Dixie beer.

 

The waitress at your local sandwich shop tells you a fried oyster po-boy dressed is healthier than a Caesar salad.

 

You know the definition of `dressed.'

 

You put Tabasco sauce on your Hershey bar.

 

You can eat Popeyes original chicken, Haydel's kingcake and Zapp's while waiting for Zulu. Then you go to Jackson Square for a Central Grocery muffaletta with a Barq's while sucking hot crawfish and cold Acme oysters, hurricanes and several Abitas. Then you can ride the St. Charles Avenue streetcar home past Camellia Grill for a chili/cheese omelette ... without losing it all on your front stoop.

 

You have gained 10 or 15 pounds permanently, but you don't care anymore.

 

Ya stood yaselfs in da line by Galatoire's.

 

You think `drinking water' when you look at the Mississippi River.

 

You know better than to drink hurricanes or eat Lucky Dogs.

 

Someone at a crawfish boil says, `Don't eat the dead ones

Posted
As New Orleanians say to people from out of town, "we eat things you call the bug man for". :P:D

 

:funny:

I must admit that my first plate fulla crawdaddies WAS an experience. :wacko:

Posted (edited)

Ya know that a Zephyr is an old rollercoaster and a baseball team!

*nods*

You make a `right-hand turn' instead of a right turn.

haha! Yup, I hadn't even realized it until I read this.

You judge a restaurant by its bread.

That or the quality of the bathroom.

Someone at a crawfish boil says, `Don't eat the dead ones

Edited by AFriendlyFace
Posted
ya mom-n-ems

 

Interesting. I didn't know that was used down there, too. I've only heard it from one family from up in the hills, so I assumed it was an expression from there.

Posted

Aww, :hugs: Kitty, just because. Shoot, I'll hug all you Louisiana folks.

 

(Texan, here.)

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