Monday, April 28, 2008
A Trifecta For The Parrotheads!
The AZPHC kicked some very serious ass at the Salsa Challenge this weekend. Very serious:
2nd Place for our Shark Bite Salsa in the "Individual Mild" category.
People's Choice, which means we had more money in the pot than any other competitor after a day of folks voting with their dollars for their favorite.
The BIG ONE! Best In Show, decided by a panel of judges, for whom we basically just acted like a bunch of middle-aged Parrotheads dressed up like Pirates.
(BEGIN RANT)The day was not without its challenges. We had to rally from being given a poor location, and again after being temporarily closed by this (BEGIN DISCLAIMER: The following is solely the opinion of The Crime Dog and should in no way to be construed to represent the opinion of the AZPHC, its members, or any other Parrothead any where or at any time, whether living or dead, or any reader, commenter, or other denizen of Parrothead Ramblings) officious jerk of a health inspector (END DISCLAIMER) who decided our wash water was not hot enough. Of course, we were nearly two hours in by that time. Where was this (BEGIN DISCLAIMER) prick (END DISCLAIMER) before we opened? Wouldn't it have been much better to come around and inspect during the FOUR HOURS we had pholks on site BEFORE the damned gates even OPENED? It was bad enough getting temporarily shut down, but did the guy have to be (BEGIN DISCLAIMER) such a jerk about it? (END DISCLAIMER) OK, I feel better now. (END RANT)
No, wait. (RESTART RANT) (RESTART DISCLAIMER) Bite Me. (END DISCLAIMER) (END RANT)
In true Parrothead fashion, we took those lemons and turned them into lemonade. TFMCD and I had brought in a Master Cool mobile evaporative cooler to keep our salsa choppers comfortable all day. She suggested we turn it out onto the sidewalk just until we could get our hot water up and running. I started calling folks in not for the salsa, but to cool off in our man-made breeze. Worked like a champ, especially when a couple of judges came by. Cheesehead sent her offspring home to get hot water, and we were back up and running in short order. It worked out well, because Young Cheesehead also needed a diversion from all the lovely lasses strolling by, so that he could get his jaw back up off the ground. It was, as Maverick would say, a target rich environment.
We held an acoustic round robin here in our home yesterday, and had a great turnout. The food was good, the music was good, the friends were good, and the laughs were long. I'm already looking forward to the next one.
For those who attended the round robin: I have in my possession one Parrot Grande 2005 fold up chair (green), one Eddie Bauer striped fold up chair, one pair of cool sunglasses (no mystery on that one), two bottles of Taurito Beer, and enough recycleable glass and aluminum to erase the carbon footprint for all of Gilbert, Arizona.
And, no, before you ask, it is highly unlikely that we will have the room to haul these chairs to Phins To The West for you......
Speaking of PTTW, since this is a three-day work week for me, I'm not sure I'll be back here before heading to the river. I'll see you all there Thursday!
P.S. Don't forget to wear your drinkin' shoes.
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2nd Place for our Shark Bite Salsa in the "Individual Mild" category.
People's Choice, which means we had more money in the pot than any other competitor after a day of folks voting with their dollars for their favorite.
The BIG ONE! Best In Show, decided by a panel of judges, for whom we basically just acted like a bunch of middle-aged Parrotheads dressed up like Pirates.
(BEGIN RANT)The day was not without its challenges. We had to rally from being given a poor location, and again after being temporarily closed by this (BEGIN DISCLAIMER: The following is solely the opinion of The Crime Dog and should in no way to be construed to represent the opinion of the AZPHC, its members, or any other Parrothead any where or at any time, whether living or dead, or any reader, commenter, or other denizen of Parrothead Ramblings) officious jerk of a health inspector (END DISCLAIMER) who decided our wash water was not hot enough. Of course, we were nearly two hours in by that time. Where was this (BEGIN DISCLAIMER) prick (END DISCLAIMER) before we opened? Wouldn't it have been much better to come around and inspect during the FOUR HOURS we had pholks on site BEFORE the damned gates even OPENED? It was bad enough getting temporarily shut down, but did the guy have to be (BEGIN DISCLAIMER) such a jerk about it? (END DISCLAIMER) OK, I feel better now. (END RANT)
No, wait. (RESTART RANT) (RESTART DISCLAIMER) Bite Me. (END DISCLAIMER) (END RANT)
In true Parrothead fashion, we took those lemons and turned them into lemonade. TFMCD and I had brought in a Master Cool mobile evaporative cooler to keep our salsa choppers comfortable all day. She suggested we turn it out onto the sidewalk just until we could get our hot water up and running. I started calling folks in not for the salsa, but to cool off in our man-made breeze. Worked like a champ, especially when a couple of judges came by. Cheesehead sent her offspring home to get hot water, and we were back up and running in short order. It worked out well, because Young Cheesehead also needed a diversion from all the lovely lasses strolling by, so that he could get his jaw back up off the ground. It was, as Maverick would say, a target rich environment.
We held an acoustic round robin here in our home yesterday, and had a great turnout. The food was good, the music was good, the friends were good, and the laughs were long. I'm already looking forward to the next one.
For those who attended the round robin: I have in my possession one Parrot Grande 2005 fold up chair (green), one Eddie Bauer striped fold up chair, one pair of cool sunglasses (no mystery on that one), two bottles of Taurito Beer, and enough recycleable glass and aluminum to erase the carbon footprint for all of Gilbert, Arizona.
And, no, before you ask, it is highly unlikely that we will have the room to haul these chairs to Phins To The West for you......
Speaking of PTTW, since this is a three-day work week for me, I'm not sure I'll be back here before heading to the river. I'll see you all there Thursday!
P.S. Don't forget to wear your drinkin' shoes.
