This weekend, Pete memorialed those that I have giving up their lives for him so he could live his bitter and cynical existence by taking part in the boiling alive of thousands of innocent crawfish--Pete prays they don't have nervous systems--in a vat of of cayenne-peppered flavored bubbling water that had corn, potatoes, onions, and garlic bobbing on top. There was also: red beans and rice with Andouille sausage; pulled pork sandwiches--Pete tried one with guacamole, he may be on to something--spicy barbecue chicken; kielbasa; burgers; fruit salad; bean salad; salad salad; cole slaw; banana pudding with Nilla Wafers; pecan pie; cupcakes; chocolate chip cookies; watermelon; a really drunk, really annoying Irish guy; a discussion of famous last words ("I packed my own chute."; "What does this button do?"; "You told me this bar was gay friendly!"); cajun dancing; and the kids put on a pots-and-pans parade (one of the parade participants showed Pete love by hitting him on the head with a wooden spoon every time she passed by).
Stompin' At The Savoy
4 years ago