Yeh-— a previous company I worked for we had a bunch of New Orleans based personnel and they weren’t transplants.
Them cajuns could party-—they seemed to take things in stride and never got too bent out of shape on any pressing matter. One guy would always use the ‘word’. “Funkadoodle”.
I love them cajuns but they can keep their alligator meat. Yuckadoodle...
I have some friends on a local Krewe and have been invited to some of their parties - their Krewes are a bit less formal and the music is always good for listening and dancing. Not too many fall-down drunks and some of the women are a sight for these old eyes....good time for all and the food that all bring for their tables to share is awesome to behold and ingest. Neither my wife or I drink and we fit right in - she points out all the gorgeous, off-limits, women to ensure I am feeling my oats once we get home. What could be a better way to spend an evening? My wife rocks!
Not sure how this turned into a commercial for my wife, but I am truly blessed - to quote Louis L' Amour, "She's one to walk the river with"...