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This past weekend we visited Shreveport, Louisiana! How did we choose Shreveport? Well, duh we love to gamble. Oh, and I had a free IHG hotel room that was going to expire if I didn't use it by Friday, March 4th. Apparently this free hotel room had been sitting on my account for a full year, and I didn't happen to notice it until just days before it expired. Go figure. So I messaged CB to brainstorm where we should go for one free night, informing him that we had 6 days to make this happen. CB offered up Shreveport. When I found out this was a mini Vegas (very mini, like super mini... and by Vegas I mean it was nothing like Vegas) only 2.5 hours from home, I immediately secured our room. We left Dallas right after work on Friday and arrived in Shreveport by 8:30pm, fireball mini bottles in tow. The hotel had a free shuttle, so we hopped in and asked the driver to take us to Horseshoe. Our driver told us about a place called The Blind Tiger (more on this in a moment) which we'd actually already been told about by someone else. Driver: yada yada yada.... go to the blind tiger Us: Oh, we were told about that place... Driver: Ohhhh weeeeeee! It's so good it'll make you slap three people in line! Us: Well, that settles it then. When we arrived at Horseshoe, it very much felt like a casino I'd been to in Indiana called Belterra. It was a riverboat casino with only a few floors, and not much of a selection by way of slots. The ladies were all wearing their finest Forever 21 and magically, within seconds, my hair smelled like I'd used the ashes from a nearby tray as a deep conditioning treatment. Not seeing my favorite 25 cent slot machine, Wheel of Fortune, I decided to hang with CB at the Craps table. I'm very picky with my gambling, as you'll know from my post "The Girls Guide to Casinos," so if the machine isn't exactly what I want then I won't play. CB very sweetly tried to explain Craps and Roulette to me. Here's the general idea of how to play both: Craps: 7 is the devil. Roulette: Put down $100 and leave 10 minutes later with 100 fewer dollars. Quite frankly, I didn't see the appeal of Roulette but that's just me. The next morning afternoon we went to slap 3 people in line at The Blind Tiger. I spy CB.... We started with Bloody Mary's and mini meat pies. I'd never had a meat pie before, so this was a little out of my comfort zone. The name alone, meat pie, had me anxious. Other than the scalding hot interior leaving me with third degree burns on the roof of my mouth that I'm still nursing at this very moment, these were mind blowingly good. We got a mix of beef, crawfish and shrimp, and I was relieved to never bite into any of the beef variety. Then after I stuffed myself to the brim with meat pie, I remembered we still had lunch coming. As our lovely server dropped off our heaping plates of jambalaya, crab cakes, fried corn, dirty rice, a now unidentifiable type of fish, crawfish étouffée and several more meat pies, I began questioning our appetizer selection. It was all so good that it'll make you slap three people in line. That is, if you had the energy, which I did not. All I had the energy for was a nap, but we pressed on... because we are WARRIORS. I probably could have bathed in that fried corn but that's for another post on another day. During our meal, CB kept going ON AND ON AND ON AND ON about the Margaritaville Casino. CB: It's new and super nice Me: ok CB: It's right next to the boardwalk, you'll love the boardwalk Me: ok CB: We can get you a margarita Me: Sure CB: I bet they have Wheel of Fortune Me: Cool CB: You'll really want to go here. Me: Sure CB: You're going to love this place Me: ok CB: Let's go Me: ok CB: Should we go? Me: yes CB: Let's just check it out... Me: wait a second, what am I missing.... *we drive up and over the bridge, crossing into Bossier city, where Margaritaville Casino is* CB: oh look, there's a Bass Pro here! Who knew?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? WHAT. A. COINCIDENCE. I mean, since we're here we should check it out I could use 4,587,456 different fly fishing things. It'll just take a moment. *Me enjoying that Margarita.* Boys, they're just so sweet, aren't they? Always looking out for the women they love. We spent the rest of the day at Margaritaville and it was an absolute blast. This hotel was really nice, and honestly mirrored something you'd probably see in Vegas. 24 hours in Shreveport wasn't enough time, and we will definitely be going back. Not to mention Helene recommended a place called Straun's, that she refers to as an institution we must visit! No restaurant left behind, that's always been my motto.

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Quanah Parker was the most feared of the Comanche chiefs on the Texas frontier. He was half white and half Comanche. He was taller and stronger and faster and more clever than any other chief of his time. The fact that he never lost a battle to soldiers who relentlessly pursued him … The fact that he was a ghost on the high plains and disappeared into thin air, even as he was chased in the bright Panhandle sun … The fact that he was devastatingly handsome and could have graced the cover of one of those steamy Western romance novels … The fact that he was the last Comanche chief to decide on his own, without being defeated militarily, to move to the reservation… … is not the point of this commentary. This is a love story, but not a love story for Valentine’s Day. This is a love story more appropriate for Mother’s Day. Quanah’s mother, Cynthia Ann Parker, was abducted by Comanche raiders on the Texas frontier when she was 9. She was raised as a Comanche and married Chief Nocona. She had three children, the oldest of whom was Quanah. Cynthia Ann was eventually “discovered” by white men who traded with the Comanches. Her family, having searched for her for years, quickly organized a ransom offer. The Comanches would not sell her. No matter how much they were offered, tribal elders would not sell her. This was because Cynthia Ann did not want to go. Though born white, she was now culturally Comanche, the wife of a chief, with three children she loved. Many years later, her camp along a tributary of the Pease River was attacked by Texas Rangers. Her husband was killed but her boys escaped. Cynthia Ann was finally freed from captivity, but she saw it as being abducted again. She was now 34. While being escorted to Tarrant County after the battle, she was photographed in Fort Worth with her daughter, Prairie Flower, at her chest and her hair cut short – a Comanche sign of mourning. She never readjusted to white culture and tried many times to escape and return to her tribe. She begged to go back to her people. As S.C. Gwynne reported in his masterpiece, “Empire of the Summer Moon,” Cynthia Ann knew Spanish better than English. She told a translator: “Mi corazón llorando todo el tiempo por mi dos hijos.” “My heart cries all the time for my two boys” – Quanah and Pecos. But they wouldn’t give her her wish. Her relatives believed she would readjust in time. In truth, she was being held captive a second time. She never gave up her Comanche ways. She often sat outside with a small fire and worshiped the Great Spirit according to the customs she knew. Sadly, Prairie Flower died of the flu a few years after they were returned to white society. And Cynthia herself died seven years after that, relatively young, essentially of a broken heart. Gwynne eulogized her this way: “She was a white woman by birth, yes, but also a relic of the Comancheria, the fading empire of high grass and fat summer moons and buffalo herds that blackened the horizon. She had seen all of that death and glory. She had been a chief’s wife. She had lived free on the high infinite plains as her adopted race had in the very last place in the North American Continent where anyone would ever live or run free. She had died in the deep pine woods where there was no horizon…” Quanah lost his mother when he was just 12 and longed for her all his life. When he surrendered to life on the reservation he searched for her and was sad to learn that she had died and was buried far away in Texas. All he had of her was a photograph someone gave him, which he kept over his bed always. He jumped through elaborate legal hoops for many years to get her body moved and buried on Comanche soil. When he was successful, he felt his mother was finally home. When Quanah died, he was buried next to her. He believed that though separated for so long in life, they would certainly be together forever with the Great Spirit in the Sky. Share this story with a friend:FacebookXEmail

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