Last night, Kendrick and I met The Cajun Boy himself for a beer at Rudy’s, on 9th Avenue. I LOVE Rudy’s, mostly because they give you free hot dogs (which are pretty mediocre, but beggars, choosers, etc). I used to hang out there way too much, because our old apartment was across the street. My parents live only a couple of blocks away, and Kendrick had just finished giving my mom her weekly piano lesson, so of course I suggested that we head over to a place where I get a big hug from the bouncer every time I show up (his name is James, say hi). 

A couple of my favorite Cajun Boy musings are here and here. 

Dad’s old sweater, Mom’s old tights, Bakers boots, vintage bracelets.

Atmosphere courtesy of Kendrick’s photography skills.