This afternoon we got an all-too-short visit from my cousin, Ross. He had been based in Florida but is driving to San Diego to continue some training – luckily he was able to meet Tex and bid farewell to Shreveport over a quick lunch break. Fortunately for us while living in Florida, we were able to host him two separate occasions – he was our first Shreveport visitor!
Tex spent the entire visit trying to burn the energy he’s had pent up since Tuesday and even got a break from the cone. An hour later, after the boys had departed, he crashed hard. Really hard.
In other news, we heard an update on Ms. Henderson: she was adopted! Gabriele, who helped arrange the transport and contact with the shelter, reported that she had been adopted into a good family with other beagles and she loves her new home so far. I asked her to pass along any photos that she may receive so hopefully we can see our girl in her new forever home.
Tex as been handling recovery like a champ. He doesn’t seem to feel any pain or irritation but the root of his frustrations come from the cone. However even with that, he’s getting more confident – too confident. He swings it around so powerfully, he’s actually chipped the wall. Perfect timing — we fix the carpet and he dents the wall.
Aside from supervising a hurricane trapped in a cone, last weekend my friend Rachel and I explored the limited nightlife that Shreveport has to offer. Each venue offered a drastically different crowd and atmosphere. We started out evening with drinks and dinner at The Oyster Bar. I haven’t quite pinned down how to describe this place as it looks like a beachy shack but they serve anything from raw oysters to burgers to gourmet Mexican food.
After one margarita, our friend Rick convinced us check out Lucky Liquor. A liquor store / bar in a historic neighborhood in downtown Shreveport, they offer a unique twist on “bottle-service”. After walking into the dark dive, we learned that you can pick any bottle off the wall (like a liquor store) and purchase mixers of your choice and take it back to your table to pour your own cocktails (not like a liquor store). Best of all: if you don’t finish the bottle, you return it to the bartender who caps it and marks it with a piece of tape with your name on it. For next time of course. If that doesn’t have you sold, it’s also the bar that is featured in the opening credits of True Blood.
After one beer, we decided to do a 180 and head to Celebrity Lounge in the El Dorado casino. Complete with a dress code, live music and overpriced drinks, it’s turned into a favorite venue of mine for random nights out that turn into much more than we had planned. We closed out the evening with a stop in Rockin’ Rodeo, our only “country western bar and night club” (seems like an oxymoron to me) and people-watched the local two-steppin’ crowd.
All in all we’ve done a pretty good job at keeping ourselves busy while Clayton has been gone. This has helped the time pass quickly but we are ready for our guy to be home. For good.