Crispy Fried and Delicious

This was a busy weekend and I'm crispy fried and delicious from being outside for almost 2 full days...and bloated from the river of beer I've drank in the same time period. Here's some pictures for you to enjoy.

On Saturday, my parents and their friends came up for a visit and to give me my new couches. I took them to Sea Salt by the Minnehaha Falls. The wait for food was over an hour (my parents are on the right).


This is the first time I've ever been to the falls. It was a beautiful evening to be at the park.


My foxy mama...


This dude was previously playing an accordion...I thought only 70 year old ladies played them.


This is what my dad learned from his work buddies. I have no words...just...wow.


My dad's crab cake. It must have been good, cuz he didn't offer us a taste.


My crawfish po' boy. It was absolutely fanfuckingtastic and well worth the hour wait. I can't believe I've waited this long to go to Sea Salt. You should all go. You should all go now.


Sunday was the much anticipated Soundset '08 Rhymesayers hip hop festival. When we got there at 1, there was no sun but it was about 80 damn degrees out and I wish I would have worn a sundress.

This was the line for beer at the LONE beer garden at the Metrodome parking lot. Forget the fact that a 12 ounce beer was about $7.50, but you also had to wait for 30 minutes in this clusterfuck of a line with about 9 million other cranky fucks. Three words: Piss Poor Planning.


Amanda tries to keep her spirits up as we wait for the only beer we will buy that day (did I mention that there was no re-entry, thus foiling our plan to get a buzz at Grumpy's before the big acts?). Yeah, we pissed and moaned about that for a while.


Amanda and Kelly wave to the suckers stuck in line waiting for beers.


Word...god, we are the whitest people on the planet.


Hot and sexy...


We had a pretty good sightline, but really couldn't hear the background music, only the lyrics...which isn't a big deal with hip hop, but strange, nonetheless.


By 5:00, we were all completely fried, sweaty, sober, and cranky, so we split after Brother Ali's set. Abysmal Chick and I went to Grumpy's (after freshening up at her place) to get something to eat (no way was I paying $10 for cheese curds) and to salvage what was left of our buzz.

California burger with bacon cream cheese = instant heart attack.


Apropos of nothing, here's a picture of Cosmo having one last nap on my old couch.