I was in New Orleans last week for Tales of the Cocktail and promoted the book and blah blah blah whatever … I SAW ALLIGATORS IN THE SWAMP!! That is the exciting part! I ended my week of super fun times in New Orleans with a swamp tour. (If you are annoyed by exclaiming or capital letters, stop reading now.)
A shuttle bus came and shuttled my butt from the French Quarter into the swamp land near New Orleans. The tour people can’t guarantee you’ll see a gator out there, so they have one in cage just so you can go home and be all like “yeah, I saw a gator in Louisiana” even if the alligators all hide from you out in the swamp.
I wanted to ride an airboat out there and not a giant tour boat. I picked the small one so I could go really fast and shout things like “Gator up ahead!” without anyone hearing me because the fan is really loud and everyone wears headphones to protect themselves from the noise.
Well, I actually could not wear a headset because it was too big and kept slipping off. When we weren’t going slow to look at swamp things, the boat went 45-50 mph. That is not fast for a car. But it is very fast for a small open boat.
It was raining pretty hard for most of the ride, so a lot of my pictures of swamp land are blurry and crooked. But if you want to know what the swamp looks like, it looks like this. There are also orchids out there. When you try to take pictures of them, it rains even harder and you end up getting foggy pictures of green blurs. So take my word for it, swamp orchids are pretty.
Then I am sitting there and the guide is telling me about Spanish moss and the Lafitte family arguing about a fortune and I see an ALLIGATOR! So I yell “Look, there is an alligator. Everyone look! LOOOOOOK!” because I am five. The grown-ups all look and are impressed by it.
And then, and then! The guide throws a marshmallow in the water to tempt the alligator to come closer to us.
And the alligator eats the marshmallow … just like on “True Blood.” This is the only similarity I found between the show and Lousiana, in my experience. I did not see werewolves, fairies, vampires, panther people, dog people or witches. No one was magical. In fact, very few people even had an accent.
Just in case you think I was zooming to make it look like I was close to the gator, here is the next gator I saw with a bit of the boat in the picture.
Even though they are big and scary, they start out as little babies. The tour company wants to keep the gator population high, because people like me pay them to ride on a boat and go “gator! gator!” and get all excited. So they take the ones under 4 feet and raise them until they’re big enough not to get eaten by the other gators. AND THEY LET YOU HOLD THE LITTLE ONES!
Oh, did I not mention that I wore a plastic bag the whole time because it was raining really hard? I did. I don’t care if this is an unflattering photo of a soggy me after a week of staying up late and waking up early. I AM HOLDING AN ALLIGATOR. The End. Or is it? Yes, it is.


