Saturday, May 19, 2007

Happiness is....

...a great big plate of hot, spicy boiled crawfish. See how excited my friend Leigh is? We spent the day at the annual Tulane crawfish boil. Seth and I appreciated them extra much since we biked to the boil from Capitol Hill. When we got home on shaky legs, we figured out our round trip was about 32 miles. I think we earned our crawfish and beer.

I also want to take this moment to remind you that if you like crawfish, gumbo, etouffe, Cajun, Zydeco, Commander's Palace, Sid-Mar's, andouille, Zapps, muffalettas, Momus, po boys (dressed of course!), barbeque shrimp, pirogues, Rebirth, Mother's, Tipitina's, or you know how to say "Tchopitoulas, " get off yer butt and do something to help the most unique and lately drowned US city of New Orleans. I spent three memorable years in the city that gave us all of the aforementioned, a city that creeps into your soul as sure as the climbing morning glories creep to cover the wrought iron fences of the Garden District. The culture, music, history and iconography of New Orleans is everywhere - everyone caught on to Cajun music and food, Mardi Gras, and the Blue Dog - yet the city is still drowning. Here are some places where you can throw some people sumthin, Mistah:

On a side note, Seth wants everyone to know that he picked Curlin to win the Preakness. A friend of ours went to Pimlico for the races today and placed a $5 bet for us. When she called, she was awfully excited about Seth's winning bet, which we didn't understand until we watched a video of the race on the internet. Curlin by a nose!