Weekend, part one: crawfish carnage, part two

This weekend was jam-packed full of activities, one of which involved buying a vintage Louisiana food-themed trivet, and not realizing I'd purchased a souvenir of this place until afterwards. Immediately after that, it was back to being gobsmacked by the ever-expanding local usage of purple and gold.
Later, a very special birrrthday paarrrrty, which was another crawfish boil.

Baton Rouge-to-Brooklyn-to-Austin transplant Ms. AVC, pictured here in the official color scheme of pirates, and at one time Williamsburg (I don't know what they're onto now, someone please update, I'm guessing neon blue with orange), made the jambalaya and was so considerate that she made some just with soy sausage.

Even after sitting around legions of ex-crawfish all afternoon, for the second time, I'm not used to it. I did try an apple that was boiled in with the guys, though, and that was good. I'm usually down for any kind of cooked apple or banana. Especially with apples, because they take less effort to eat when they're cooked.

Some of the crawdads, unfortunately for them, escaped a doom of being boiled alive and instead became temporary pets of the kids at the party.
But a couple of them really embraced the local party spirit.

 

And below, we have the reigning birthday girl in her crown.
Then it was time to play Guitar Hero on the Wii. I was much less adept at it than on the Playstation. But the Wii version is much more METAL than the Playstation versh. So thumbs up, Guitar Hero. Wiiiiii shall meet again. Here is a kid more than 20 years my junior doing way better than I did, playing "Paint it Black" behind her back. 

At least we olds could still feel superior for knowing who the Rolling Stones are. We explained Keith Richards to her as Captain Jack's dad.

Then my fiance, the biggest lunker at the party, accidentally sat on one of the smallest little girls (maybe 4 or 5 years old?), probably crushing the pink bow in her hair. She had chosen the wrong moment to pick up a party hat off the couch in his path. I'm pretty sure adults are not supposed to laugh when something like that happens, so that's all I'll say about that. Pay no attention to the woman hiding her face behind the Spongebob lunchbox for the next ten minutes. Despite all this, we still made a few new friends.

Later that night, acting on a tip from one such pal, we were rather shocked to find the most Brooklyn-esque venue and crowd of the nine months we've been here. It was a music/art/fashion show held in a converted warehouse space (partially open-air, pictured here) to benefit an orphanage in Malawi.  We tried to bring adult beverages in and were quickly turned back, as the venue doesn't have a license yet. Wait. Was this still Baton Rouge, where they practically teach keg stands in nursery school? It was.

Anyway, that was part one of another good weekend.

Comments

[vl100butch]

Was this still Baton Rouge, where they practically teach keg stands in nursery school? It was.

LOLLOLLOLLOL.....and remember New Orleans makes Baton Rouge look conservative....

the corruption continues, as we watch innocent little vegan chick be secduced by the wiles of the sly Louisianians......

I know, it's all my fault (even though I'm being a good boy and doing my bit for god and country)

[Lioux]

OMG!!! Today I learned I am not [necessarily] an adult. I totally LOLed while reading about F sitting on the little pink bow girl.

[Beth]

As a parent, I might laugh if someone sat on my kids. We sit on our kids all the time and they laugh. It builds character.
And I wasn't disturbed by the mouse jacket but I had a reaction to the crayfish being sprayed with a hose? Are my values out of whack?

[Beth]

As a parent, I might laugh if someone sat on my kids. We sit on our kids all the time and they laugh. It builds character.
And I wasn't disturbed by the mouse jacket but I had a reaction to the crayfish being sprayed with a hose? Are my values out of whack?

[jade b]

well, beth... depends on which disturbs you more: spraying live crawfish with a hose or throwing said live crawfish into a huuuge pot of death boil

[Lioux]

I sometimes wish I had children to sit on.

*sigh*

[Austin]

well, lioux, you should just sit on other people's kids like F did.

oh, and if you ever want to get some high octane beverages into places in the south you should just put it in a solo cup. nothing says innocent and inconspicuous like a bright red plastic cup.

[Jeff]

Are crayfish just mutant lobster? they look like it.

[Kartek]

I can't say seeing all these pics of dead crawdads are making them more appetizing to me. It's that orange color, antennas, and beady eye combos that equals yuck to me.

[jade b]

we don't really eat the orange shell, antennas or beady eyes... so i don't think anyone would really know if it was yuck or not! you should try for us, though! let us know whatchu think, k?

[vl100butch]

I much prefer crawfish to lobster, it's not stringy....

you peel them just like you would a shrimp, personally i think they are easier to peel because of the harder shell...

[jererereremy]

your description of the revo benefit gets the gas face.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=rdmwmxhHmlg

[cokane]

So I think we all agree, if you have kids one of the benefits is you get to sit on them for your own--and their--amusement. Several former kids I've spoken to remember enjoying this experience.

Also the less you think about the crawfish, I think, the better they are, and vice versa. I think about it too much. (big surprise)

Hey jeremy, your mom gets the gas face. As do Flavor Flav & Gilbert Gottfried. Glad to have you back.

[Alison/Lilshametongue]

You should have a Big Mac, for the love of Ganesh, before you eat another SPIDER FROM THE DEEP!

Speaking of, you and your husband are invited to my daddy-long-leg-and-brown-recluse boil as soon as you return to the Mighty North!

Also, I may be a diehard carnivore, but at least I don't PLAY WITH/TORMENT the beasts before I eat them. I leave THAT to the professionals. Now I really am going to Stop 'N' Shop this weekend and freeing the lobsters. Especially the noble, humongous one I've named Terry Tidbits.

[cokane]

Alison, I don't disagree that this is gross, but it's more cultural and authentic than a lot of what passes as food these days. And you may not torment the creatures you eat, personally, but I'm sure the factory farms they came from did a fine job of that already. Beaks cut off, stuffed into battery cages, shitting on the ones below them... say no more say no more...

[Alison/Lilshametongue]

Colleen,

I don't disagree with the factory farm argument one bit (note I mentioned leaving that to the so-called "professionals," as in—professional MONSTERS).

I just think there's a lot of species-ism in play when it's okay to display "live food" and let carnivores "pick" the one they want to eat, just because they have exoskeletons and don't look "cute" by our "usual" standards, don't you? Yet, ever since the shark incident (looooong story), I admit I remain, unfortch, a staunch carni.

[cokane]

oh! totally agreed. if people had to pick their own fuzzy critter for dinner, there'd be a lot more vegetarians. or pescatarians.
is the shark incident like the infamous led zep mudshark incident?