YOU KNOW YOU'RE FROM LOUISIANA WHEN.....
Your sunglasses fog up when you step outside.
You reinforce your attic to store Mardi Gras Beads.
You don't look twice when you see pink flamingos in yards of nice subdivisions during Mardi Gras.
You save newspapers, not for recycling but for tablecloths at crawfish boils.
Your ancestors are buried above the ground.
You drink Community, but tried Starbucks and don't see what all the fuss is about.
You take a bite of five-alarm chili and reach for the Tabasco .
Every once in a while, you have waterfront property.
You sit down to eat boiled crawfish and your host says, "Don't eat the dead ones"... and you know what he means.
You don't learn until high school that Mardi Gras is not a national holiday.
You push little old ladies out of the way to catch Mardi Gras beads.
Little old ladies push YOU out of the way to catch Mardi Gras Beads.
You believe that purple, green, and gold look good together.
Your last name isn't pronounced the way it's spelled.
In Baton Rouge , you know where the traffic circle used to be.
You know what a nutria is but you still pick it to represent your baseball team.
No matter where else you go in the world, you are always disappointed in the food.
Your town is low on the education chart, high on the obesity chart and you don't care because you ' re #1 on the party chart.
Your house payment is less than your utility bill.
In Baton Rouge , you know why East Airport Drive is called that, even though there is no airport for miles.
You know that Tchoupitoulas (pronounced Chopitolis) is a street and not a disease.
Your grandparents are called Maw-Maw and Paw-Paw.
Your Santa Claus rides an alligator and your favorite Saint is a football player.
You cringe every time you hear an actor with a bad Southern or Cajun accent in a "New Orleans-based" movie or TV show.
You have to reset your clocks after every thunderstorm.
You're walking in the French Quarter with a plastic cup of beer.
When it starts to rain, you cover your beer instead of your head.
You've eaten at one or more of these restaurants AND know how to pronounce them: Tu Jac's, Gallatoire's, Ralph & Kacoo's, Brunet's, or Mulatte's.
You eat dinner out and spend the entire meal talking about all the other good places you've eaten.
You call home just to find out what your momma is having for supper tonight.