Most of the casino-goers had all attended the last casino trip (about six months ago) to Cypress Bayou Casino/ Shorty's, and were busy sharing their experiences and memories as we left Chalmette on our rented Star Coach motorcoach. I had been unable to go because of my age, so when they talked about another trip back, I had to see what they were talking about. The group talked about the abundance of food, and even debated about what they were going to eat first when they got there. Only thing was it was "in the middle of nowhere". It was further in the deeper southern regions than I've ever traveled to before. And, on some kind of Chitmacha Indian reservation, so I was equally interested.
Leaving Chalmette (St. Bernard Parish), we went through New Orleans (Orleans Parish) on Interstate 10 to jump onto the 310 that would take us to Hahnville and the St. Charles Parish communities. Louisiana is the only state that instead of counties, we have parishes. We were making good time until we ran into some congestion on the Interstate 10 in the middle of the French Quarter. One of the more experienced casino-goers looked at me and said jokingly, "I wonder where they could be going". I had to think about it for a second, and her "Saints Boo-Dat: Be Afraid" Halloween shirt gave it away. The Saints Game vs. the Falcons was playing today at noon, and had been a quite talked about game (and the tv commercial with a certain voodoo doll and "Dirty birds can't fly with a broken wing"). Looking on the street that ran under the Interstate, I saw a line of cars and tents. Saints fans were already tail-gating with their enormous blow-up Saints football players, BBQ pits in full swing, and everyone was dressed from head to toe in black and gold. After passing through the "Saints" crowds, we were finally on our way onto the 310.
St. Charles Parish is a quaint little parish that has this long street where you pass through so many little towns like Paridis (Paradise), Hahnville, and Luling. Louisiana is famous for having festivals. Luling always stood out because of its famous Luling Alligator Festival (that was also held this weekend, but the bus wouldn't stop to let us off) at the foot of the Hale Boggs Bridge. I always know I'm close to Luling because of this massive bridge that could compete with New Orleans' High Rise (which is pretty tall as well). After passing over the bridge, we made our way into Lafourche (La-foo-ch) Parish.