In the early evening, when Ed and I returned from our tour, we were immediately welcomed to the birthday party. A woman handed us each a plate mounded with dirty rice, mac n’ cheese, yams, peas, sausage, chops and chicken. I thought my styrofoam plate would break! I lighted the load by chowing down and quaffing an icy cold beer. This was a Creole feast! My plate couldn’t be emptied. Even when I tried to put the remains in the coach refrigerator, Milford insisted Ed’s and my plates be refilled with food and wrapped in tin foil for the next day. Oraline packaged up six pieces of birthday cake for us too.
The birthday lady sat proud in the shaded pavilion with stacks of cash pinned to her blouse – birthday gifts from friends and family. The music blared. Everyone danced. Leo and Oraline coxed Ed and I to dance too. We did what might have been a sorry version of old time twist. Town councilmen came by to pay their respect and visit with their constituency. Toddlers squirmed from Momma’s lap to Grandma’s then back. Women mixed up more dirty rice in restaurant sized metal bowls. Groups of men erupted with loud laughter. Food, smiles, dancing and fun…they sure know how to throw a party! Thank you for inviting us!