Who's Your Crawdaddy II

Spring brings many things, but in Pleasanton it brings Crawfish...by the thousands. No they’re not from our creeks, arroyos or bay, they’re flown in fresh from the bayous of Louisiana for the annual Who’s Your Daddy Party.

Together with our great friend’s Paul & Paula Mezzetta we hosted our 2nd annual crawfish boil complete with Huge Ass Beers and Hurricanes. If you've never been to New Orleans, these are the basic food groups on Bourbon Street.

This years festivities brought a bit of excitement when Fedex delivered 70 of the 110 pounds of the little critters. Plan B – get more alcohol, no one will notice. Oh yeah and perhaps we just a few wings.

The 2nd Annual Who’s Your Crawdaddy Party was a huge success. There were plenty of repeat guests from last year but we also had a fair share of crawfish virgins. This year we had 65 friends and family and by the looks (and sound) of it, a grand time was had by all. There were Crawfish Races, Gambling and a small bit of drinking. Who will ever forget Sandra Oh’s shriek when she won the dice game? My hearing has never been the same.

Most guests knew very few people at the party but somehow they got know others quickly mounds of fresh boiled crawfish staring at them. Of course there are no directions on how to consume these little buggers. It’s hilarious to watch veterans teach virgins how to suck the head, twist the tail and pinch the meat. I mean really funny. I’d sure like to know who was demented person who went into the bayou, picked up one of these little crustaceans and said – yeah we can eat that.

Click here to see photos from the party. Thanks Sandy. No need to worry, I’ve sent this link to all your employers. Your HR department should be calling you shortly.

Thanks everyone for coming. We had an absolute blast. Counting the days to Who’s Your Crawdaddy III.