After a delicious dinner and beer at the local Brewpub, we went to the Montgomery Biscuits baseball game. The Biscuits are the AA team affiliated with the Tampa Bay Rays.
They were playing the Tennessee Smokies who, judging by their performance that evening, are not very good. We left when it was 11-0 in the 5th inning.
It was a beautiful night and we enjoyed the game. It was a very local crowd so it was fun to listen in on the conversations. And – yes – we bought biscuits at the Biscuit game. 
It was also “Church Night” and during the game they listed the churches who brought groups. Almost all Baptists. No Lutherans. We knew we weren’t in Minnesota anymore.
The next morning, we had a leisurely breakfast and headed further south on our way to meet Steve, Liz and the girls and the McCumbers… Hi Jenny!… at the beach. We could have gone directly there but we decided to take a 20 minute detour into Florida.
Several people I work with recommended we go to “Florabama” on the Florida-Alabama state line. It was quite a complex. Wikipedia describes it as
“a honky-tonk, oyster bar, beach bar, and Gulf Coast cultural landmark, touted as being America's "Last Great Roadhouse". I know, Wikipedia isn’t an official source but this sums it up pretty well.
That’s the honky-tonk and those are bras hanging from the ceiling. We had some mediocre fried food for lunch on the beachfront patio. I think we were there about 12 hours too early to get the full experience.
Kenny Chesney has a song about Florabama and these are the lyrics made out of license plate parts. Check it out on YouTube. I think he nailed it.
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