Crawfish Smoke Cigarettes
I’ve been working on my taxes and I’m surprised to a large degree that no one was stabbed with a ballpoint pen in the neck.
I had to get out of Hoots this weekend because I was getting crabby. It happens to everyone and with all the puppy drama, regular drama and just the tension of last week, we decided on a day trip to Memphis.
On to the weekend in lovely Technicolor.
Crawfish in Memphis like beer.
Who knew that Crawfish smoked cigarettes? I did not know.
Vibinc, Squirrelly and Zombie Elvis made by Bad Bad Ivy. Apparently ZE likes Miller Lite.
Trumpet!
Zombie Elvis like Memphis.
Now if you are wondering, I occasionally have to just drive with SQ looking for trouble, redemption, atonement and some crawfish and beer. It happens to you as well, so just stop it.
And the Memphis folks were wonderful. Thanks for letting me hang out, find some of my lost mojo and for all of the great food.
Memphis is great.
I hope that crawfish didn’t drive later. They’ve been known to be reckless.
Coma,
What a treat to meet you and SQ! I look forward to another run-in with you and this time I might stay a bit more sober (nah, won”t happen). Great fun!
That critter ain’t foolin’ the skipper. That’s a joint.
I sell those “cigarette” wrappers at my store.
I mean, look how red his eyes are….
OH MAI GOSH! CRAWDADDIES! nom nom nom…