We put the OY in Oyster Festival.

 It started out innocently enough. Me and KB, a nice New Jersey Jewish Girl, with me, the NY/CA/NH/PA/GA girl. There were lots of signs telling us where to go. Uphill. OY!

 There was the handbag check. False bottoms would have worked, as she barely checked and the guy in front of me snuck in his water bottle by jamming it under his flabby gut.

 This dude thought he was pretty cool. And the angry chick? She was just singing. She only dropped one beer and fell down once while we were near her.

Look, deer and beer. Get it? I got a free Jagerbomb from the biker dude at the Bloody Mary tent. You do not want to know more.

 This guitarist was sort of like Ozzy. Well, in that he had bad hair and was British. The band was called The Whizzers and Something?? OY!

 These guys grilled a whole truckload of oysters. they were hot. The oysters. not the guys. The guys were sweaty.

 These girls are saying, "But that's not what an oyster looks like. It's supposed to be on a plate with lemon and a fork, and a side of rice." OY!

 There were fancy table coverings everywhere. I felt like a Princess!

 KB found the ugliest oyster ever. We mocked it, then we sliced it open and ate it. Sorta like a girl fight.

 The celebrity anti-tongue salute. OY!

This is my finger 8 hours later, waiting for the MARTA train. The knuckle swelled up and bruised in another 3 hours. We are blaming the Oyster shucking knife. OY!

 This is our bucket of remains. Some others added to it and one guy came around and tried to steal our previously stolen lemons. Hey. What happens at the Oyster festival, stays at the Oyster Festival... unless you're reading this.

 We walked away from this place when it had a thirty person line. and then came back to try again, because hello? your tents are only serving BUDWEISER. OY!

This girl was telling her date how she wants him to um, dance with her later.

Maybe she will dress like this. Wait. Is that a snow shovel? OY!

  We went to a corner bar first. Across the street was this beautiful sight. I took bets on how many Midtown Hipsters would try to drag that back to their loft.

 We went to sit in the sun, up there, with some new friends. We ate meals that we forgot we ate. Thanks to the receipt crumpled in the bottom of my purse, we remembered later, and also noticed we paid for a shitload of drinks and someone's lobster roll. OY!

I won this shirt. Some old man tried to knock me down and take it. I gave him the stink eye and he backed off. Later, I gifted it to a guy at the bar as a prize for having the bushiest beard not on Duck Dynasty. I don't think he wanted it either.

 Here we are trying to look at two different cameras for a photo op. We had just tried promo Fireball shots. Yep. OY!

 This. Is. A. Midtown. Bartender.  You may look away now.

 It gets prettier at night, you notice?

Artful attempt number 503, according to my I-phone camera roll. OY!

 So that was an early start to my birthday month. Next up, Comedy night and strange dancing people: When Highland legs meet Latino feet on a skinny white girl. Stay tuned.

M.I.S.S.I.S.S.I.P.P.I: Whatever comes, you just got to take it, you know.

You sang it as you skipped rope.

You probably never stood beside it, or flew over it. But if you had, you would have seen this:

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  Top picture is May 2010, bottom is April 2010

    May 9, 2011

I was touched by this account from two sisters who survived the flood of 1927.

When floods devastated Yazoo County in 1927, Johnson and Townsel, who were 9 and 7-years-old, respectively, at that time, said were the lucky ones.

"We'd go down and look at them. Our uncle used to take us down in the wagon to the store," Townsel said.

The sisters said they don't remember how long it took for their neighbors to recover, but they remember being afraid.

"Satartia (was) nothing but water. I can remember that," Johnson said.

Johnson and Townsel said they are staying in Jackson after rising flood waters closed a road and forced them out of their homes in Satartia.

Residents are still preparing for what may come, and Satartia Mayor Charles Lungrin said on Monday he is trying to prevent another disaster like 1927.

Lungrin said this month's floods will be worse than 1927, and he's building up a 4-foot levee to protect the homes nearby.

"My mother's house is right down the street and it was in the halls in 1927," Lungrin said.

Lungrin said he even built a levee around an airplane hangar, and he finds it hard to believe how high the water is at a place where he used to fly planes as a boy.

With water filling in from all directions, some said they are making the most of the situation.

While Johnson and Townsel aren't sure if the flood will destroy their homes, they said they are not planning on leaving Satartia for good.

"If it (flood) does that (destroys home), you just have to forget about it and try to get another. That's all you can do," Johnson said.

Townsel said she was forced to leave her home twice after the floods of 1927.

"Whatever comes, we just got to take it, you know," Johnson said.

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