"Where's y'all's hat, son?" an robust Acadian man slaps you on the back and asks you in fun...
You sheepishly reply, "I.....I ....I ...must have left it...in my car"
He cuts you off and replies "I seh y'all not fro aroun' here. S'ats alright. We make sure y'all hah a gooh time anyway".. (my apologies Andi if you are reading this and hope it comes through ok)
You keep to yourself while swirling couples dance with heart to the hoppity uppidity beat of a..did you really see that... Yep. A washboard! Welcome to the Bayou Yankee... it's time you made it down home!
Let the Fais-do-do begin!
Sometimes they danced until dawn. And sometimes, they danced outside under the trees because the houses were rather small. La poussière (pronounced lah poo-see-air)-- which means dust--- would fly under their feet! Eula Mae tells us that, "Babies were often put to sleep in another room with a grandmother or other older family member to keep them quiet while the band played on. But sometimes, a mother would hold her baby in her lap until she got up to dance, handing her child to someone else."
My friend C. Gatreaux explains: "Yes! We had fais do do's all the time...even in our second home in Florida. Good food, great friends...dancin' all night long to great music; fallin' asleep to the laughter of the adults' up the in "attic" on the old feather bed. Some of my favorite childhod memories!"
So let's put on our dancing shoes and head on out --- we are guaranteed an amazing La Louisiane Samedi Soir (Louisiana Saturday Night).
Music video by Mary Chapin Carpenter performing Down At The Twist And Shout. (C) 1991 SONY BMG MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT