This day just keeps getting better.
First, we headed to mom’s with two rugs strapped to my back on a motorcycle. High-larious. The MBF and I helped her set up outside “Market Days”, where she was displaying her hooked-rug crafting. Artwork, really.
After a breakfast at the Bluebonnet Cafe, complete with pie, we strolled through the vendor booths and saw a few cool (or hilarious) things:
We said hello to mom again, and headed off to find pralines at Opie’s BBQ. They didn’t have any. But that was ok; it is a beautiful day to be on a motorcycle!
We hit Austin Homebrew’s new location opening and were given 3 drink tickets and a food ticket. Damn! After my usual line-waiting-induced temper tantrum, I ended up with Uncle Billy’s Agave Wit and an Independence Brewery something. My best guess at its name is weizenbock. Anyway, those drinks sure made waiting for a third drink bearable. Oh, and MBF got the last Convict Hill oatmeal stout. Dizzamn was it good.
After a quick ride home, I’m now in the hammock, listening to doves and cardinals in the trees. Days don’t come much better than this.