If today’s adventure is an indication, the answer is definitely “no.” I love Cajun music. Actually, I love just about any music that makes liberal use of an accordion, but there’s something toe-tappingly addictive about Cajun music.
We left camp this morning headed for Eunice, the unofficial capitol of Cajun music. Our first stop was the Savoy music center, home of a Saturday morning Cajun jam session. I had no idea what to expect, but it was so cool! A bunch of locals get together to play, learn, and generally have fun. Everyone was incredibly welcoming, and after an hour there we’d been pointed to two other music events that day and purchased 3 new CDs.
On the advice of the man singing at Savoy, we headed up the road to Lakeview, an RV park with a funky dance hall where the Louisiana Tourism Board was filming a commercial starring DL Menard, an famous old-time Cajun singer. We got to hear him sing and took a few spins around the dance floor, despite the fact that we didn’t really know the right way to dance. No one seemed to care, though.
After a quick lunch, we headed back into town to tour the Prairie Acadian Cultural Center National Historic Park. Not only did we get to learn about the Acadian history, we got to see weaving and quilting demonstrations and a presentation about the history and making of boudin, C & Robbie’s new favorite treat. But the best part was the Cajun music, where C was invited to jam with the group and learned how to play the triangle and the Cajun spoons.
She played with them for almost an hour and had a great time!
For dinner we went to Ronnie’s Cajun Café and ordered this dastardly dish:
It’s basically little bits of fried potato and crawfish in a spicy cheese sauce. Holy cow, was it good! After stuffing ourselves silly, we headed back to see the Rendezvous des Cajuns, the Grand ol’ Opry of Cajun music. After tapping our toes through the first song, the couple in front of us insisted we dance with them. So I learned the Cajun 2 step with the husband, and Robbie did his best to learn it with the wife. At the next song, the husband took Catie up to dance, too. After that, we felt a little more comfortable on the dance floor, and danced most of the evening. Catie was so tired by the end that she tried to sleep on the way home (an unprecedented event for the girl who doesn’t want to miss anything)! And just to keep things interesting, it was 39 degrees in the trailer when we got back. Brrrrrr!