Bunissima

After the Fryday’s concert with the Decemberists, Saturday’s Arctic Monkeys were sadly missed because we got there later, and this one concert was actually on time. We had been busy gorging on sourdough pretzels, beer and German wursts at a different venue.The fortunate but infortunate event was a pale copy of the real Oktoberfest organized by St. Arnold’s, but at least I got the first ever stein for free… after paying some 50 $ for the ticket. I am saying this because it is not easy to get things for free. I had previously gotten a free Budweiser hat from a very good looking girl, but I am not big on red hats or bud for that matter. At least I can use the stein. I like to look at it mostly, and the colors are lovely.

I also got hooked with this incredibly handsome guy, was crazy, believe me!

But I digress. What I meantersay was that the concert season is not over, and tooo-night it is Thievery Corporation!

Yes, here they make a festival out of everything, you’d think. And yes, there really is an annual hot sauce festival. There were people selling their sauces, even though there was place for more, meaning there were not as many sellers as expected for a hot sauce festival.

People were walking around tasting sauces, buying sauce bottles and jars or the inevitable crap associated with events like this: hats, bowls, nice silk dresses, neckalces, stuff, or sitting at tables and eating mexican food, crawfish sausages, chocolate cheese cake, drinking beer, on the green grass, between the llittle shops, listening to a live zydeco band. Like good little fellow citizen.

We tasted some of the sauces. I was also kind of hungry so I kept tasting and tasting, encouraged by my companion who is an incurable hotness adept. I had to do an emergency stop after I was tricked into eating what must have been the hottest sauce I ever had in my entire life. It kept burning after a while, long after I felt like I was going to puke and my eyes were going to pop out of the eye socket. I do not remember at what point I had a brownie, but it was sure worth. Much better than hot sauce.

We still ended up with numerous bottles of hot sauce, the purpose of which eludes me, but it’s nice to have them and make colorful photos of them (also got a bowl of queso, but that one was not in the photo).

And, since I do not care for the hot sauce, I wish I had bought more brownies.

I loved it. Everybody ate crawfish, tons of it. Drinks and things, people browsing from one stage to another. I had to get initiated in the crawfish eating. It was quite messy, but once I got started, I couldn’t stop it.

Before

After

Different types of entertainment were available, but I was not in an adventurous mood. This one was quite a creative idea though:

After some crawfish, Zydeco was the way to go, with a Lousiana band that threw beads at the crowd. I had to fight for mine, since they weren’t giving me any. But at the end I shared a couple of beads with some sad looking kids that didn’t get any.

Hanging around at the festival: different types of food, African art objects, hats, church people trying to convert the pagans, music, Irish dancing, let’s not forget about the rivers of beer that helps with the moods and elevates the spirits.

Despite the many people lying on the ground, no traces of garbage could be found. I am sorry to hit the Romanians where it hurts the most, their pride, but people here do it the right way, don’t throw their trash everywhere like they own the place.

I got tricked into eating the infamous fried snickers. It wasn’t too bad… I am not sure how it was.

Towards the end, after many kilometers of beer, we were chased away by the night in the rhytms of a wonderful Irish music band (the Killdares).