Last night my parents and I went on a little cultural excursion here in Alexandria, LA: A family field trip to the drive-thru daquiri shacks! That's right, folks! Drive-thru booze. There are 3 frozen watering holes close to home, so, like Melchoir, Balthazar and Kaspar, we followed yonder neon signage, giggling all the while, and singing verses of Good King Wencelas in honor of St. Stephen's Day. (That's what the Magi did on the way, right??) In honor of the approaching Epiphany, here's a re-write of We Three Kings accompanied by some photographic evidence of our silliness. Please sing as you read!
These 3 cups of daquiri are
served to us whilst in a car.
Frosty Fact'ry, you attract me –
your sign like the Eastern Star.
Oh! Serve us mudslide.
Serve us nog.
Serve us needed hair of the dog!
In the Bayou, you can drive-thru and
maintain your Yuletide fog.
If you're driving, follow the law.
Keep the wrapper on the straw.
Our server Dalton, bears no fault when
we drink like it's Mardi Gras.
Oh! Serve us mudslide.
Serve us nog.
Serve us needed hair of the dog!
In the Bayou, you can drive-thru and
maintain your Yuletide fog.
Loooziana, I must profess –
You have mastered the art of excess.
Parties, gumbo, cracklins, you know…
you greet with unmatched noblesse.
Oh! Serve us mudslide.
Serve us nog.
Serve us needed hair of the dog!
In the Bayou, you can drive-thru and
maintain your Yuletide fog.