Keith and I had a bit too much fun at Walmart.
This is the photo I didn’t take of the Owen Sound Ribfest in a parking lot on a grey drizzling day, 6 barbecue companies all with giant displays, all crowing about their first place wins, tables in front of each piled with slightly grubby and worn trophies.
I went to Winners to look for yoga blocks; I found this instead.
Watching a kids power wheels demolition derby. Camels in one farmers field, a zebra in another.
Campfire. Keith. Su. Sparklers. Beer.
The Fling was fun and whimsical and enough small town that I had to keep reminding myself that I am no longer a jaded Toronto fuck.
But I took no pictures, so here’s what I did when I came home.
I am not going to count how many times I’ve started this. I just know I’m doing it again, and will try to figure out why I stopped so I can fix it.
Is it because it’s big and uncomfortable? We’ll see.
It’s been a while since I went to the Hart House Beer Festival. Side Launch was pouring this year, so I took advantage of vendor pricing and took Katherine.
Gone was the CIUT DJ with his very cool chill beats. The food was good, but the selection was not nearly as extensive as I remember, and the best thing I ate was barbecued vegan sausage.
If this had been my first one, it would have been ok, but was found very lacking when compared to the others I’d attended. I doubt I’ll be back.
A group of women of a certain age floated past my swimming spot, a flotilla of inner tubes, rafts, and small inflatable boats. Each had a beer, each had a laughing smile.
We talked back and forth until they floated away, their laughter echoing back to me as the river took them around a bend.
Watching fireworks from the hotel window seemed a most perfect way to end a most perfect dinner with my BFF. Continue reading “Fireworks over a parking garage”