Dear Louisiana

You've been good to me. You never let me down and it's always a good time. Since you'll finally be graced by my presence for the next 10 days or so, I have a favor to ask. You see, being away from you for so long makes me bat shit crazy once we're finally reunited. When I'm with you, I eat all the things as if I'm a craving pregnant lady. I can't resist your crawfish, crab legs, red beans, jambalaya, etoufee, gumbo... the list is endless. You make it difficult for my already indecisive brain to decide on a meal. It's like feeding time is no longer just a simple task to keep my body going, but rather a damn good time. So please, Louisiana, don't tease me with all your fancy fixins' because some of us, with no self control, would like to still fit into the clothes we packed to come see you. You are more than welcome to send me back to the dreaded north with a tan though. Your perfect 70 degree sunny days are nothing to complain about.  Thank you for staying true to your beautiful self.  If it wasn't for your yummy food and pretty views, I wouldn't have anything to overload these friends of mine on Instagram with.  With that in consideration, I'll make a deal with you. I'll take back what I said about teasing me with the food if you promise to give me a crawfish boil, a perfect day in the city, the ability to function after all your St. Patty's Day parades, and many more memories.