We drove down US 19 from Griffin to Tallahassee, then over I-10 to the turnoff toward St. George Island. We made it around four o'clock to the beach. After getting everything settled in, we finally headed over to the Blue Parrott for seafood and a nice cold beer. I had my first installment of raw Apalachicola oysters this afternoon and Cindy gave me about ten fried oysters as well. Everything was so perfect, sitting outside, listening to the waves crashing on the beach, drinking beer and eating oysters. It was so perfect I turned down the key lime pie. For some of you that may seem sacreligous; however, it was already just too perfect. There will be plenty of time for key lime pie. And there just so many oysters in the bay, and I am just one man. And I only have a week.
As Mel Brooks said in Blazing Saddles, "Work, work, work."
Ha!
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