By Georgia Osten
The Texas Crab Festival – has it really come and gone? First year in I don’t know how long where it didn’t rain a drop. All those months of preparation, living, breathing, sweating, walking, talking and dreaming of all the things we needed to do. My notebook and pen have been by my bed for those times I would wake up in the middle of the night thinking of what needed to be done next.

I just had a small chunk of stuff that had to be done with the Festival, like Vendors and my Beer Booth. All was going well until the first vendor showed up on Friday morning and didn’t like where I wanted to put him. So, satisfying him, threw everyone else off. Then, the second vendor didn’t like where I wanted to put him. Moving these around resulted in juggling vendors the entire time until all were in place. The most interesting part was when they kept arriving on into the wee hours of the night on Friday night. Everything finally fell into place with the vendors thanks to my Brother-in-Law, Chris-ta-Popper! I couldn’t have managed without him, as he ramrodded the whole thing while my blood pressure rose. I owe him to this day, as I’m not facing any manslaughter charges.

I absolutely loved seeing you all at the Beer Booth when I had a chance to look up. Most of the time, I was wrestling with the frozen concoction machines, mixing up the formula for the Strawberry/Bayou Rum or Lemonade/RWB Vodka drinks. What a hit! If I escaped from the Rum and Vodka drinks, I was over at the wine stand opening Cabernet-Sauvignon, Pinot Grigio, Chardonnay and Presecco. Ah, what a relief to come on up to the “front line” to just reach into the icy water for the coldest beer without a hole in it. I’m sure ya’ll know what that means …

The friendliest people on earth – late night at a Festival, the bands playing so loud you can feel it booming in your chest – everybody’s happy, dancing, and just loving the moment. Thanks for coming out to our 30th Annual Texas Crab Festival! At the risk of repeating myself – WHAT A FANTASTIC COMMUNITY!

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