The Brand New Doo-Doo

[robotnik2004]

Originally published at Route 96. You can comment here or there.

And when there was no meat, we ate fowl. And when there was no fowl, we ate crawdad. And when there was no crawdad to be found, we ate sand.

You ate sand?

We ate sand.

Between the beers and the smokes and the (eek) crawfish quesadillas, Derek let himself in for a rough night after Nashville. He woke Sunday morning moaning incoherently about some aquatic fever dream involving us and Renee and mermaids and an attack by “13th-level crawdads.” (Derek always has the trippiest dreams.) A few hours asleep in the car en route to Memphis and a chocolate YooHoo–his very first ever–seemed to perk him up a little. We cranked the Beasties “Sure Shot” on the stereo to celebrate.

I’ve got the brand new doo-doo, guaranteed like Yoo-Hoo
I’m on like Dr. John, yeah Mr. Zu Zu
I’m a newlywed, I’m not a divorcee
And everything I do is funky like Lee Dorsey

Next stop: Graceland, baby.