Kenzie and Dylan had found it months ago, by chance, when they were driving around Madisonville. They had been looking for this other neighborhood supposedly modeled after an old French colony, and they had stumbled upon this treasure instead.
This neighborhood – the Best Neighborhood in the World – is well hidden from ordinary people like us. You seemingly drive through another neighborhood and then down this desolate street for a few minutes. Then, on your right, you see gates. Through the gates, you see a swamp, with houses that appear to be floating on the water.
We drove up to these gates, parked, and waited for some unsuspecting resident to type the magic password into the keypad and allow us regular people to creep in behind them.
We only waited a minute and then the gates of heaven were opened. We drove further into the swamplands and then inched along past the mansions that we decided would someday be ours. We also saw three alligators in one of the ponds at the front of the neighborhood. (Foreshadowing?) (Alligators = us.)
As we were leaving our future homes, Kenzie wondered aloud: “I hope they deliver pizza out here.”
Dylan's reply: “Kenzie’s only concern – can I get my Meat Lover’s.”
When we came home to our boring, ordinary house, we played Salad Bowl again. I had Andrew and Tyler on my team, and I learned that neither of them knows anything about makeup – not even the basics.
Sam: You put this on your eyelashes! Not eyeliner, but …
Tyler: Uh…
Andrew: Blush!
Sam: No, you morons! Guess all the makeup you know!
Andrew: I don’t know any more!
Sam: What do people wear on their face in parades during Mardi Gras?
Morons: Mask!
Sam: What’s all around us? What do we breathe?
Morons: Air!
Sam: Put them together…
Morons: Mask-air…?
Sam: No!
Morons: Mascara!!!
Surprisingly, we lost the game.
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