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so i had crawfish for dinner tonight… I was mulling over what to have for dinner at this cajun place when a semi-attractive girl in really short shorts walked over from the other table and told me that I should definitely try the crawfish. I believe her exact sell was… “c’mon.. they’re like eating little bugs.”

So, as not to argue with the semi-attractive girl in really short shorts (and the fat dude whose tie was tucked into his shirt who also chimed in that I get the crawfish), I ordered the crawfish.

So I asked semi-attractive girl in really short shorts how exactly one was supposed to eat these crawfish, and since she had just piled 87 crawfish on to her plate, she stopped by our table and gave us a little demo.

Step One: twist off the crawfish tail
Step Two: pinch the tail on the top bit to loosen it up a bit
Step Three: yank out the tail meat
Step Four: remove the “poop” off the top of the tail
Step Five: eat. yum. throw out the rest of the crawfish.

It was quite a messy operation, and after happily devouring the tiny bit of meat that she had so delicately extracted, the semi-attractive girl in really short shorts gave me a quick smile and bounced back to her table, hands and arms dripping with cajun-spiced crawfish juice.

The amazing part about crawfish is how little edible meat you actually get from each one… Out of the three pound portion of crawfish that I devoured, I’d say I’d probably eaten about 1/4 pound of meat… That’s a lot of waste.. But.. it sure was tasty.

Now.. I only had my camera phone with me, so I only have a few pics… Korby took some with his camera, but he didn’t bring the uploady cable, so these pics will have to do for now..

Houston was a fairly uneventful city — it’s full of modern tall buildings and razed open lots — we didn’t really know where to go, although Korby was quite excited about seeing the new light rail system they have running down main street.. A man with a half-grown out mohawk noticed that we were tourists, armed with our cameras and the map book open wide… He chatted us up for a bit at the stop light and asked us why the hell we were in Houston. He didn’t seem too happy to be there.

So.. we left Houston, having not seen much, and headed for Galveston. There was a Carnival Fun Ship parked at the cruise ship harbor, so Galveston had a gaggle of old cruise ship tourists milling about. We went down to the main touristy section, “The Strand”, to try and find something to eat — but all that we found was shops selling t-shirts, knick knacks, and sundries to the cruise ship tourists. Aha.. since the cruise ship folk eat on the boat, I guess restaurants don’t do so well in that scenario.. So we had to walk down a bit further to find a place to eat. So yah, I got bored in Galveston, so I took a photo using the sepia setting on my camera to amuse myself.

Then.. wahoo! Free Ferry!! I mean.. honestly, is there anything better than driving your car on to a boat? The only thing cooler would be if they still had trains you could drive your car onto (I think the last one of those was in Seward, AK and it got converted into a tunnel.. BOO.)

Most of the houses built on the Gulf are built on stilts… I assume this is due to the flooding and hurricanes and stuff. Once in awhile, we did see a house that wasn’t built on stilts.. which made me wonder if the people living in the non-stilted house realized that when the place floods, they’re the only ones in the neighborhood whose crap is all wet. I mean… I hope they got a good deal on their non stilted house or maybe they just own all neoprene furniture or something.