Y’all might remember when I went down to Alabama last year for my sister’s annual crawfish cookout? I’m back again this year, though without the entourage of my wife, two friends and Godson. It’s just me this time which makes for a very different kind of trip. For instance, yesterday I actually had the chance to do nothing, all day long. Nothing. Sweet.

The actual cookout is Saturday, but the party started last night when friends from up North (everything is from up north from South Alabama) started arriving and the drinking got started in earnest (I guess this doesn’t count the five beers that got poured down my throat on Wednesday night, but I digress).

Anyway, in the midst of last night’s festivities, we got to talking about my sister’s trademarked Mint Juleps which are apparently really good. And her husband, in true Southern fashion, told a story about her Juleps that cemented their reputation as “dick in the dirt” drinks.

I love the South.