Crawfish Suck

So, went to the Crawfish Boil this weekend with NHP, Zaron, and his wife. It was ok, I guess. The best part of the whole day was making fun of people with Zaron. Poor NHP just sat quietly with a straight face during the heckling. He has this thing with making fun of people. He thinks it'll come back to bite him in the butt later. Anyway, I still enjoy pointing out the flaws of others. So there was this rather large guy with a rather large hunchback. It appeared as if his head was coming out of the middle of his chest. Zaron made a comment about his head looking like a Christmas ornament hanging of the Charlie Brown tree, and I lost it. I cried for 10 minutes. Evertime I thought I was good, I would start laughing all over again. Not until the hunch was out of sight could I regroup and wipe away the tears. Other than "hunch" we saw a lady that could open jars with her shoulder blades, Jesus in Oakleys, punk girl nipple, and all the baby punkers you could imagine. NHP couldn't figure out why punk kids would be at a show featuring Jason Mraz and Better Than Ezra. I explained they were probably there to see P.O.D., and that there are no more "real punks" anymore. Only the few old school punks that are now in their 30s-40s. Anyone younger than us is considered "radio punk". By this I mean the ones that worship Greenday. We left before P.O.D or Live started playing, but someone told me today that lightning struck something there and they had to cancel the last 2 bands. Sucks for them I guess. I was already sound asleep by then, so I could really care less. All in all a good weekend. We did make a promise to ourselves, though. Once we hit a certain age and/or weight, we will no longer go to these sort of events. It's fun making fun of people, I just don't want to be on the other end of that tear filled laughter.