how many people can say they drove to naples from dallas?

there are times when it is important to get out of your element and thrust yourself into questionable domains.
questionable was one way to describe naples, tx.
another is memorable.

kristal and i took a random road trip to the annual watermelon festival in naples, and we learned a lot about livin' and a little 'bout love.
not really, but we had a really good time.

okay so there was this amazing (and out of place) booth at the festival where they sold the most authentic cajun food outside of louisiana. this place was probably more authentic than places IN louisiana. seriously.

why was it so authentic, you ask?
please see above picture.
this is a squirrel pelt.
why a squirrel pelt, you ask?
oh because they sold SQUIRREL ON A STICK.

there were so many cute kids running around this festival..everyone from naples was very warm and eager to talk. this was one of the many cute kids robbing a snow cone kiosk.
wait, what?
psyche. it's just an airgun. no children were harmed in the making of this blog.
ohhh this guy. i made the mistake of glancing over at him, and he pulled me and kristal to the side and began telling us about a watermelon he had at one point, and how it got stolen, and it was in city hall, and he stole it back?
i don't even know what the story meant, but i don't think he did, either.


more importantly, though, the pilgrim's pride chicken people donate a refrigerated semi to the city of naples for this amazing festival, and they fill the semi up with pounds and pounds of watermelons.
at 1:00 sharp, everyone comes to the tables by the semi, and everyone is given a full quarter of a watermelon. i am not sure who would eat a full quarter of a watermelon, but if anyone could, it would be the people of naples.

side note: somehow my guest counter reached 1000! you are the reason i continue this blog.
you, and my sanity.