Despite Halloween continuing to loom in the not-quite-distant future - like some perv staring into a bedroom window in the middle of the night - October is more or less just another month of the Grind. Once and awhile we find the time to go out and do something, though.
Behold Sunday's random outing:
Behold Sunday's random outing:
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| Winter Garden MusicFest '14 - arts and crafts, live music, food trucks, and an above-average income per capita. |
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| The Cannonball |
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| We met the Voigts there, who tipped us off on the event (they live in Winter Garden.) |
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| Abby fretted over a scratch on her arm (caused by her scratching a bug bite) for about a half hour. It was really, really awesome hearing her complain about it. |
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| This is actually a pretty accurate cross section of MusicFest attendees, come to think of it. . . |
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| I spy something hipster. . . |
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| Chowin' down on some food truck ruffage (Adam and I decided to drink our lunch.) |
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| The girls try cotton candy for the first time (why Kris bought a $5 bulk bag of it, I don't know. . .) |
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| Every festival on Earth should have a company of these dudes on hand (obviously these old people snapping away feel the same way.) |
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| Throwing acorns down the sidewalk. Just 'cause. |
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| You know what's also fun? Digging through mulch beds for sticks. |
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| Irish nachos. Makes total sense. |
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| An unruly crowd - seconds away from bursting into a giant mosh-pit. |
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| Heading back to the van. . . |
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| Bullshit. |
- Brian
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