Since we now have a coon-ass in the family, Mardi Gras and its associated holiday’s, have become much more important. At least the party part of them has. Yesterday’s Fat Tuesday was no different (though my sister-inlaw wasn’t involved at all). Me and G headed over to Lincoln’s Raodhouse (home of the meat loaf cheeseburger and pot roast burrito), or as it is affectionately called during Mardi Gras: Poirrier’s Cajun Cafe, for their annual crawfish boil. How do you say it Down South? Crawfish or Crayfish? We called them crawdads growing up. Anyway, we settled up to five pounds of crawfish, a six pack of beer, a roll of paper towels, and several beaded necklaces.

The place got pretty crowded and the kitchen was churning out bucket after bucket of crawfish as fast as it could and it wasn’t close to keeping up with demand. By the time the washboard band that was crammed in the corner started blaring their zydofied (I think I just invented a word) zz top music, the place was standing room only. The dancing began but we left before the place it was in full fervor, which, given the clientele in this place, was probably a good idea. I don’t care to imagine the place with beads, beer bottles, and boobs flying around.

My girlfriend hardly ever reads this blog. She knows about it. But I think the stuff I post here has little or no interest to her. I believe she read a lot of the old stuff when we first started dating, but none of it was as juicy as she had hoped it would be. In fact, I don’t think I even have any old girlfriend pictures on here. I mean, that’s what you’re looking for when you sneak through your significant others stuff, isnt it? Anyway, I think she only stops by once a month just to make sure I didn’t post those nakie pictures of us.

When we had the big storm last December she stomped out in the middle of the night, during the heavy snowfall and took pictures of our lawn ornaments - the ladybug, the funky flamingo, and the glowing orb. When she came back inside she handed me the camera and said, “Check it out, it’s for your blog”. I figured since she just came back inside from a blizzard, the pictures weren’t the nudies I was hoping for. They are, however, the first girlfriend contributed entry, so for that you should be thankful, because if she reads this, I’m guessing it’ll probably be the last. Enjoy.