First Friday

 

What a difference a day makes. On Thursday it was hot as blazes and last night I heard someone on the beach complain that it felt more like October than the first of August. 

On the first Friday of the month our twin beach towns hold a big street festival and the weather was perfect for it. There's always a DJ and dancing in the pavilion on the boardwalk. A radio station was holding an ice cream giveaway there tonight so that space was packed.

Food vendors are everywhere. 

There's everything you can think of from seafood to the obligatory taco truck. 

We'd already had dinner but The Mister wanted some fancy beer and a bag of kettle corn. Pup did too but she had to settle for some hush puppies we picked up at the seafood truck. We'll be back there this morning bright and early for the Farmer's Market. There's never a dull moment down at the beach.