Late for the party

Last night we made the trek down to Huntington Beach to check out the annual Huntington Beach Kite Party. I was hoping to catch the final moments of the event, which was slated to go until dark, at sunset, but when we arrived only a couple kite flyers remained and most were packing it in. I like the way the light was coming through this kite. It was sort of what I had imagined I’d see, but I was hoping for a sky full of them. Oh well. The trip wasn’t a total waste though. Besides getting to check out a new beach, we took advantage of Huntington’s proximity to Little Saigon, a Vietnamese community in Garden Grove, which, oddly, has a large number of restaurants that serve up pound after pound of delicious Cajun-style crawdads. The Boiling Crab, which Erinn and I visited in October after reading about it in the L.A. Times, is supposedly the originator of this phenomenon. Apparently the owners are from the Gulf Coast of Texas, or lived there for awhile, and decided it would be a great idea to start importing the suckers to the west coast. Now there are lines out the door every weekend and a number of imitators that have sprung up in the area as well. Rather than eat in this time we called in an order for 3 pounds and brought them home where we feasted for more than an hour along with several margaritas and a few episodes of Arrested Development. A pretty great evening in the end.