I went to my city's local spring tradition: the Chili Fest. Because every event in my hometown has to be a "_______ Fest." There are about 30 different chilis within a four block area to sample, and this part of town becomes like a mini-mini-Bourbon-Street (although it's a family-friendly event) for a couple of hours.
My visiting auntie and I bought some feathers for our hair at a local artists' artsy fair and walked around eating chili, then decided to get some beers.
At one time in my life, an afternoon spent sampling hot chili and running into a bar for a cold one would just have been a precursor to a night of festivities. But by 3:00 I was wiped.
This was me back at home, passing out with feathers still in hair, eye makeup a-running, puddle of drool on the pillow, and one yeti foot that puffed up from salt and alcohol. Plus, with the whole GERD thing, my esophagus was eroding in my sleep.
I really don't have a rock star t-shirt but wish I did.
I hope your foot and GERD are better. I love that this was tagged with "homeslice."
Posted by: KtP | 03 May 2011 at 02:21 PM