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Because bars are for children
I am originally from New Orleans. Pre-Katrina my family owned a bar in the French Quarter. The boys were very young.. all three were under 4 years old. It was daytime. We were in said bar visiting with several of my family members. ( Yes, my kids were wandering/ running around the bar, but I have a huge family and everyone was playing with them and watching as we only visit a few times per year).
Seven and I each had a cocktail in hand. I turned away from video poker just in time to see Number One walk out of the bar onto Decatur Street. I hoisted myself off of my gambling stool and followed him outside. Explained that he couldn’t leave the “inside” (which, in his defense, was a little confusing as the whole place was wide open on a corner) and walked him back inside.
While I was parenting, some derelict took my video poker machine which left me no choice but to belly up to the bar. A few minutes later that little knucklehead went outside AGAIN. I followed him and proceeded to say calmly and softly.. ” YOU GET BACK IN THAT BAR RIGHT NOW! DO YOU UNDERSTAND? YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO LEAVE THIS BAR! “ (okay, so I was yelling.. whatevs..)
Upon reentry to the bar, Seven has his head down and remarks…
Things I never thought I’d see: my wife yelling at my son to go INTO a bar. I guess that’s what I get for marrying a Cajun. Damn’it.
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Yup, i should have stolen him that night before the wedding!
you tried..
My family own a bar about 45 minutes west of Nola. I often have my kids in the bar because I also work there. It is so strange how normal the abnormal is out here. I still quote Sweet Home Alabama everytime someone brings their baby in the bar for a quick visit. “You have a baby….in a bar…”. It never gets old. .
oh my gosh.. i say that ALL of the time.. Look at YOU!! You have a BABY!! In a bar……
Love !
Where are you? Lafayette?
…AND, my oldest learned how to count by playing video poker in our bar with our UPS man. Don’t judge me.
that. is. awesome.
We are in St. James parish. Small town. Righ between Nola and Baton Rouge on the west bank.
We had a party in our bar on Friday night and one of my BFF’s asked if you were coming because we are all sure that you are one of us. It must be the cajun in us?
Well this was a fun little trip down pre-stalker memory lane!
I swear its like looking in a mirror. My daughter (6) went to Nola with me in August. My hubs and I go often, and we have a fav place on Decatur that we always hit. Strangely enough we were there for opening day. Great food, great drinks. It’s always a first stop, then third, fourth, etc. My hubs as made their signature dish a few times. So she insisted on going there. We we went, she ruled the roost. They had her behind the bar making a sodas. Yes, sodas. Which were replaced my adult beverages while she was slinging sodas. Her and were just discussing our summer trip back to Nola this summer. She yells “WE HAVE TO GO BACK TO OUR BAR!” Oh good lawrd! So I just agreed. Apparently bars are for kids . . .