One of the things we were really excited about when we found out we were moving to this area was the Oyster Fest. Which may be a silly thing to be excited about, but we come from a town of tumbleweeds where the kids get so bored on the weekends, they set Christmas trees on fire in the desert for fun. So any kind of fest is exciting to us. Also, I'm just such the sucker for small town things. Especially small town things that take place on the fair grounds where old guys in their Rotary vests walk around collecting tips to give to special needs people and where everyone brought their scruffy little dogs and where kids skip around with giant ice cream cones dripping in their hands. That is an hour greatly spent in my book.
Last Sunday we made it out to our first Oyster Fest and it did not disappoint. The food was delicious, the arts and crafts were perfectly arts and craftsy, the ice cream was giant and cheap, the beer was seasonal, the old guys were adorable, the weather was chilly, and the people clapped during the oyster shucking competition. Like, not ironically. They really clapped. They were really excited for those guys to shuck the living hell out of those oysters to win the prize.
I loved it.
I just love this weird little place so much.
(And yeah, I should have brought my camera like a good little blogger, but one hand is for the icecream and one for the beer so....)