Saturday, I woke up in room 122, with $20.43, and a free bus pass.
I got there, to see that none of the same cast of characters were there. It was "Country" night, with Clay Walker and Reba McEntire as the last two acts. I could imagine that the scraggly-haired guy, who loved Motley Crue might hate country music.
|Clay Notices Corrie Dancing|
|A Well Oiled Machine|
I went and ate my egg, having woken up just in time to get to the Presbyterian church and get the next-to-the-last one. A near melee broke out over the last egg, and a black woman accused the nice volunteer of being a homosexual, after he had given the last egg to a man, instead of to her.
That about catches me up to date, after the 3 day Bayfest. The weekend further convinced me that I must travel around and seek out things like festivals, and not stay put in Mobile, waiting for events of note to take place.