“Can you find LSU on the map?” the fair and industrious Trudy asked from behind the wheel. “That should be a great place for lunch.”
Just a while before, we had crossed the Atchafalaya Basin on Interstate 10 [link]. The 30 minute long kachunk-kachunk as you drive along the bridge (at exactly the posted speed limit) has been repaired, and the crossing was as smooth as glass.
Coming into Baton Rouge from the west, it isn’t hard at all to find LSU [live purple, love gold]. Cross the Mississippi, and turn south at the first exit after the river. (You can’t miss the river. It’s a big one.) After some industrial looking lots and some tree-lined neighborhoods and then Tiger stadium [link] with purple and gold banners flying everywhere, we found the perfect place [link to the Mellow Mushroom/Baton Rouge].
We checked our email. I filled out my timecard for next week and sent out a note to folks at work that I won’t be back for a week.
“We must look like such geeks,” Trudy mumbled, the both of us sitting with our noses in our laptops as we waited for our pizza to arrive.
No. I think not. Not here. Not at the LSU Mellow Mushroom. We don’t look like geeks here.