A few years ago if you told me that my idea of happiness would be going to a street fair and free day concert, I would have thought you deluded. The street fairs in New York sell the same sheet sets and mops. Here there are slate candles lit with oil for indoors or outdoors (my new version of a fire pit,) incredibly beautiful clips to pin hair up with, bird cages–OK tack alert, but everything else….
I couldn’t eat the food as I had my fried food quotient for the next several months last weekend, the ribs looked great and I did think about them but it doesn’t seem worth being on an exercise program and not dieting.
The “fresh squeezed lemonade” looked like lime pee but I’m sure the ice cream was good.
The music, Carolina beach music, the best of which always has more than a touch of soul was great.
It’s CLo and W’s last day for the summer–they have stretched summer out so that it’s now officially from the end of March to 11/01. They brought the dogs so we were very popular.
The sun came out just as it was over. And I’m not even complaining. Tomorrow might just be a beach day.
I thought 30 Rock was especially brilliant and funny this past week. Here’s the episode. It’s not a Halloween show; it’s a Northerners goes South show and I can relate to just about everybody