I love weekends, but rainy ones when I have outdoor plans are not my favorite. Luckily the rain held out on Friday night. Blue and I headed to a local craft bar,
Copper Mine Pub, that is closing this Friday. The place , which is small to begin with, was PACKED. Like, can't walk, can't
move packed. Like, careful trying to turn around packed. And it seemed to be packed with older men (like late 50's-ish)... not my jam. We had one drink and headed over to another bar where my friend is a bartender. It was great catching up with her since I haven't seen her in 6 months.
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| Lots of craft beers on tap |
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| The owner (right) and barback |
On Saturday, we headed out to the
Nolafunk Crawfish and Music Festival. We wanted to get there early, hoping to get there and get a picnic table before the rain hit. No such luck. It started raining when we were on line to get in, which took forever because it was probably the
most disorganized shitshow I have ever experienced. We were in the first group to get there, and the event staff was definitely not ready for us. First, they attempted a bag check station, but the rules weren't set, and they were placing people's bags on the wet ground... what?? Blue kept her small bag on and put the poncho over it, since we "weren't allowed to enter with umbrellas." (You can imagine our dismay when an hour later we saw MANY people with umbrellas... grumble.) Then they let us in, and nothing was ready. No food, not the beer taps, not even the cashiers. We saw a huge tent so headed directly there to get a seat while we waited for the staff to get their shit together. Except... there were only bar style tables. No picnic benches, no seating whatsoever ANYWHERE. How the heck am I supposed to eat one of those big crawfish platters standing up, in the rain??? No, no no. It also didn't help that I also the "prep" area- those giant bags of crawfish sitting on cement blocks. I know they were getting steamed, so they probably would have been safe, but I just couldn't get past the fact that they were just sitting on those blocks. I stuck to hot dogs and beer.
Oh, and the music. Le sigh. We only stayed for one band, because they were pretty awful. They started out pretty cool, with them coming through the crowd with all the brass instruments, but then they started rapping. I know funk music, and that wasn't even funk- it was rap, and they even stopped playing the instruments for a bit in the middle of their set. Not a fan. We left after about 2 hours, soggy and irritated.
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| Set list, crawfish to be cooked, crawfish platters served, Pitchblak Brass Band |
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| View from Governor's Island |
Sunday was chill. Groceries, laundry, etc. I'm almost finished with Season 1 of Friday Night Lights, and I think I can officially say I'm hooked. We also started a puzzle. Oh, and Blue got herself an early birthday present- an Apple watch. It seems more like an accessory to the phone, because you have to be "within range" of it, but I guess it's good for checking and responding to messages on the run. Honestly, I'm not that techy to begin with, but I'm glad she finally got it.
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| Blue and her new toy, drinks, poncho sadness, and the puzzle |
Also, this is how I hope Summer will be, in a nutshell::
How was your weekend? Do you like crawfish?