… so don’t forget to apply sun block if you come to Rajun Cajun Crawfish Fest today. Latest forecast is sunny with a high of 76. Perfect.
Rajun Cajun is on a little street called Wagner that runs parallel to Riverside Drive between Union and Beale. Best bet is to take Riverside into the heart of Downtown, then either turn right on Union and park in the Parking Can Be Fun garage, or turn right on Monroe and Court and park in the metered spaces. Metered parking is free on Sundays. If the bums greet you and tell you otherwise, they’re scamming you.
500 lbs. of free crawfish at noon, although I bypass that line and go ahead and pay for a full bucket. Once again… get there early… the lines get long quickly. By about 12:10 you’ll find me on the grass outside AutoZone’s building eating. Some of the gang is going to the rooftop of Barton Flats to eat, but I’m sticking to my rule – no side trips this year. When there’s a festival going on, I want to be at the festival, not somewhere near the festival. I also want to make sure I know where the crawfish-bobbing competition is, and get a good seat.
Someone told me that Unknown Hinson did not perform at the Rooster last night as planned, because the band’s drummer died of a heart attack.
For once I actually stuck to my plan of getting to Raiford’s early and staying late. Got there about 11. First 30 minutes were boring, then met a blog reader who lives in the Lofts and was having an engagement party at Raiford’s… talked to him for a while, then a couple of other people, then guest bloggers who never post anything Glo and Flo showed up. They had been to some party where wigs were required. Glo had on a strawberry blond wig, and Flo had on a blue wig. Flo was looking hot in a low-cut dress. Glo bitched me out for dissing their birthday gift ideas on the blog. I told her that I had readers e-mail me and comment, “Glo and Flo are weird, those are the stupidest gift ideas ever,” and that just made Glo even madder. Later in the evening I spent about 10,376 minutes in line for the bathroom, because some dude let 3 girls go in the men’s room and they spent forever in there fixing their hair, gossiping, texting a million different people on their cell phones, and whatever else girls do when they’re in the bathroom together.
Speaking of the birthday gift – bought it yesterday. For once I actually bought my BFF a present that isn’t a joke or an insult or just plain stupid. Thanks to the Nuh-Uh Girl for the recommendation.
My birthday is November 18. Prediction: Sometime around November 15 my BFF will invent a reason why she’s mad at me, and will tell me, “we’re not BFFs anymore,” conveniently getting out of having to buy me a present.
What I learned yesterday: It’s a bad idea to wear my Rio Loco T-shirt to the Saucer. It causes the waitresses to go, “Paaaaaaaul! Go get me cheese dip from Rio Loco!” I told one of the waitresses I’d get her cheese dip if she’d wear a tube top to the crawfish fest today. She said she would, but I could tell she was lying, so no cheese dip. Besides, doesn’t the Saucer have cheese dip?
Blue Moon’s spring beer Rising Moon was the Fire Sale yesterday until it ran out. It’s supposed to come with a lime in it, and reminds me somewhat of Dos Equis Amber.
Time to get dressed, put on sun block, run by an ATM, and get ready for the festival. No brunch for me this week. Will do an abbreviated version of brunch before Wine Race next Sunday.\
Coming tomorrow: New lunch spot Downtown.