Friday morning arrived with a light mist and overcast skies. Kay and I hardly ever deviate from a morning routine of coffee, and catching up on news, emails, and Facebook friends, and this morning was no exception—thanks Verizon for personal hotspots with unlimited data.
The first stop of the day was Costco to cash the preceding year’s dividend check and have hearing aids cleaned. And then it was off to Schucks Oyster House in Abbeville, Louisiana, for lunch. Seated after a brief wait, we ordered; Kay had salad with remoulade sauce as a dressing and her usual fried shrimp and onion rings—the remoulade sauce was to die for—and I had a dozen on the half shell. Oh my goodness, were they ever good!
After lunch we drove to Scott, Boudin Capital of the World to attend the annual Boudin Festival. After driving for a half hour in search of an entrance and parking place, and finding one along the frontage road, we discovered that the festival didn’t start until 5:30 pm.
Back at the coach, we rested until happy hour, joining other Village Roadrunners in the main hall. The etouffee for dinner was very bland and tasteless, not real good. The music, however, was great. We “danced the night away” to the music of Kira and Her Bayou Beat as they played Cajun, Country Western, and oldies,