Forced myself to wake up at 5:30 to try adjusting to eastern time, and this was so weird it gets its own post.
So every year (excluding covid) for the past uh.. I don’t know.. 7(?) years, another crazy motorcycle buddy flies in 100 pounds of live crawfish and we sit around boiling and eating them (counter to counter airport delivery, so ~5 hours swamp to mouth.)
This year our annual event was scheduled for next weekend and I was obviously going to be traveling, so I said I’d find some when I was in LA and take a picture.
Last night I was walking to dinner and there was a dude boiling up crawfish in the parking lot next to a bar. So I asked if I could take a picture and mentioned our party thing. Turns out he works for a company that farms crawfish. Not just ANY company.. but the SAME company we use for the boil every year! And this parking lot boil was not a regular thing, either, it was just something he recently started doing.
So bizarrely, I was eating the same crawfish that will be eaten at the annual boil next weekend, just 1800+ miles away.
What a weird weird coincidence.
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