Here are a few pics from this past Sunday’s Rajun Cajun Crawfish Fest.
Some of the gang partied on the rooftop of Barton Flats during the festival.
… and this is an example of why I don’t do Barton Flats at Rajun Cajun and have a “no side parties” policy for this and many other festivals. This is Carrie, who was my student in Concepts of Numbers and Concepts of Algebra classes at the U of M in the ’90s. After she graduated she got married and moved to New Zealand. She’s back in town visiting for a month. If I’d gone to Barton Flats I would’ve missed seeing her. I’ll say it again, when there’s a festival going on I want to be at the festival, not somewhere near the festival.
They gave each of Carrie’s kids a live crawfish to take home. I wish Little Rock had crawfish festivals when I was growing up. I’d love to see the look on my mother’s face if I’d brought a live crawfish home. Not that it would’ve survived for very long, since we had a cat.
Here’s a pic of the Nuh-Uh Girl eating. She had her own bucket of crawfish, but that didn’t stop her from coming over and eating out of other people’s buckets. As one of our gang likes to say, “she’s a food panhandler.” At least she had a tube top on.
The Nuh-Uh Girl, Stephanie, and Erin on the grass eating crawfish.
Our makeshift crawfish table behind the Autozone HQ.
Here’s another pic of the Nuh-Uh Girl eating, inside the cooking competition tent.
A great day, and thank goodness the rain held off for the majority of the afternoon. Festival season is here!