Ginny, Lin, & Ryan

Crossing over the muddy waters under the Mississippi River Bridge and seeing the State Capital to the right lets you know one thing – you’re getting the hell out of Baton Rouge.
But when a cop in the rearview lights you up while merging into traffic and your drink holder cradles a plastic Care Bears cup half-full of merlot, you realize someone got the wrong idea when you said, “I’m going to check out some new bars this weekend.” This is the only time I deemed it necessary while in a car with an open adult beverage that my best option was to drink the evidence – all of it, for I wasn’t driving, but a passenger in this journey almost over even before we were out of the greasy grip of the Red Stick.

I'd slipped this drink past my pilot’s radar by saying I was sipping grape juice, but I was afraid if left open and in sight, officer Donut Hole may not see the humor in this partial truth. After this realization, I guzzled. The throat opened, eyes closed and a glass of wine was racing down my gullet and into my veins. Then, lucked peeked down from a cloud and the cruiser veered towards a man illegally crossing the bridge on foot.

The trip moved on and I got the buzz I intended, just a little quicker than I thought. Soon we were crossing other waters like the Whiskey Bay and the Atchafalaya River. And less than an hour after we left, we were in the heart of Acadiana – Lafayette.