The guys in Red turned out to be from Kansas. They had seen me with Sassy, the Kansas gnome the night before and were mad. They feared that I had tried to somehow take Sassy's "luck" away from her. What buffoons! I tried to not laugh when they said that. I politely told them gnomes have no affect on ballgame scores. We are mere fans. The only power we wield is the power to make your hibiscus flower more brightly than the sun or to spread poison ivy all over every inch of your garden( which was a real possibility for these boys when I got out of this mess). Then, not being able to help myself, I said, "Kentucky is going to manhandle you in the final. You may as well go home now."
They took offense to that and put my blindfold back on. For hours, I was subjected to horrors such as listening to them yell, "Rock Chalk, Jay Hawk!" which is just dumb if you ask me.
|(They even tried water-boarding, but it didn't work.)|
I timed my jump perfectly! I hadn't hung on the balcony but just a few minutes when Keith walked by and saw me. He was so happy! He first asked the police to help free me, but they wouldn't help. The official line from the po-po was he couldn't prove I was with them, but I suspect it was due to my behavior the previous day at the Blondie concert.
|(My escape complete. Just waiting for the boys, now!)|
|(Oliver, my hero!)|
Andy insisted that I visit the EMT booth on Bourbon Street to get checked out. I told him I was fine, but that Andy is overprotective, God love him. Here I am being seen by the medics:
I was so anxious to get back home, I even helped drive!
So here I am, back safe and sound at Magnolia Hill! My cousin Tick didn't believe all my stories until Andy vouched for me. Can you believe that?! I am afraid I now have the travel bug, and I want to see what else is out there past the gates of Magnolia Hill. If you'd like to keep up with me, Keith has helped me set up a Facebook page, Tuck of Magnolia Hill is my screen name. Hit me up!
As soon as we got back to their lair, the torture began.