Beach Blog #16

     We went to a wedding and then later, I met a bunch of bikers. We also went to a Farmers Market and even heard the story of a woman relieving herself in the middle of the street. It's been a busy last 24 hours.

     The truth is, Teresa and I along with just about every other person along Rosemary Beach Saturday night got to enjoy the wedding reception. They didn't invite us in the big tents. But still, we were there within earshot, as you can see in the video.

Wedding Reception @ Rosemary Beach FL

      The lawn's between The Pearl Hotel and the beach. We took this picture before 6:00pm. So, T & I figured the wedding was around 5:00ish. It's February in Florida, but was a hot, humid evening. All the bridesmaids were in full length velvet dresses. Ugh, we were hot and we were in shorts and flip flops.
      See the kids on bikes in the picture at left? Their mom had a really hard time convincing the littlest one that he was not invited so they would not be going to the birthday party.

Rosemary Beach Farmers Market

     


The Rosemary Beach Farmers Market is one of a few held along Florida's 30A each weekend. We went early and thank goodness. By 9:30, it was wall to wall people and most of them with strollers.

Rosemary Beach Farmers Market

We snacked on a Spinach Florentine croissant and later a vegetable pastry from a Sri Lankan eatery. I got to admit, it took me awhile to figure out what the vegetable pastry guy was saying through his very thick out of town accent.



     We rode our bikes back to our unit with bags full of fresh, local treats including some local-wildflower honey and great mustard from Matt's Mom's Mustard Store.

     By lunch, I visited with a bunch of bikers, on real bikes not a Schwin like myself, out for a Saturday ride. Duke, Dan, Brie, Gidget and Po-Boy are my new best friends.

    And then there's the lady who relieved herself in the middle of the street. We didn't see it. We heard the tale. A woman driving a fancy BMW tried to parallel park yesterday outside Cowgirl Kitchen, a fun place near the beach. Some passerby actually had to stand outside her window and tell her to pull forward, back up and turn left or right.
     After she finally parked and walked away, the crew at CK said they had to share the story. Apparently the last time the lady in the fancy BMW parked in the same spot and went across the street for drinks at The Pearl, she later came out and relieved herself over a city drain.... in the middle of the street. Goes to show, drunk and stupid looks the same no matter how you dress it up.

Bill Robertson, off to the beach!