something's fishy . . .

This is the weekend of seafood festivals.  One down in Daytona and another in our own hometown.  We decided we would forgo our usual Saturday luncheonette and opt for local goodness.  We arrived just in time to see the parade led by this young lady:

Who promptly sidled up to an intrigued 9TS, who in turn was enjoying himself immensely while getting his groove on:

When the magical dancing band had finished, we wandered all around to see the sights.  Food stalls hawking fish of many flavors and one lone BBQ joint . . . well this is the south you know . . . lots of tent boutiques, beverage stands and live entertainment, tables tucked under trees or tents. 

We first passed this group:

before we came to a blues band, and after much deliberation, feasted on fried fish, boiled shrimp, hush puppies, coleslaw and fries.  Oh yeah, good for the digestive track:

We always play the 'how many people will we know' game and the 9TS always wins.  He knows everyone.  That's George looking on as the Shady Lady regales the 9TS.  We also met a wonderful great Pyrenees pooch attached to none other than our old dentist!!! and a few other acquaintances in various shapes and sizes.

Full of southern goodness from the sea, we wandered back to the car, drove home and crashed and burned.  The 9TS was still gently snoring when I started dinner.  It was a very good day in the old hometown.