This weekend we stayed in the city. Though I think we may have cumulatively spent as much time outside as if we had gone off on another water-based adventure. Saturday brought us to the Fringe Festival, a festival that involves a variety of venues and an even wider variety of acts and performers with a gigantic free program at their main stage in Old Market Square. This is where we go. Surrounded by food vendors, small businesses and street buskers, its the perfect spot to kill an afternoon.
We wandered a bit and settled on the grass to watch the shows. The video below this post is, what I would definitely describe as, the highlight of the day. Other highlights? 5 dollar chicken curry with rice, fresh squeezed lemonade, craft tables, and endless shady spots.
It was like every chick who had gone to Folk Fest or Country Fest realized that they had another occassion to wear "that" outfit. So many pheasant skirts with tank tops worn with full confidence in built in bras and sundresses paired with cowboy boots in one small square of the city. It was almost humorous.
There were the odd folk wandering around that brought great pleasure to my people-watching needs. Mr Shorty Shorts usually only seen at the Forks. The drunk chick in the beer garden who could play the Octomom's double talking to everyone until she found someone who would talk back to her. The girls dancing to the drummers who danced with so little rythm I wondered if they threw the drummers off at all.
Today we went to the Living Prairie Museum to see the butterfly release. To their credit, they never did post anywhere the quantity of butterflies they planned to release. We just assumed that as it was being made into such a big deal complete with family day, workshops and free stuff, that there would be a somewhat substantial amount of butterflies being set free. Mck had estimated one hundred million. I was thinking more in the hundreds and envisioned a swarm, like a blanket, going off into the wild blue yonder. Turns out we were off a bit. There were roughly 15 let go. 15. One five. Mck was still pumped so it was all good in the hood but the photo-op I had fancied pretty much shrank to nil.
Mck's eyes shut the second her head hit the pillow on both nights this weekend. I like it when that happens.
We wandered a bit and settled on the grass to watch the shows. The video below this post is, what I would definitely describe as, the highlight of the day. Other highlights? 5 dollar chicken curry with rice, fresh squeezed lemonade, craft tables, and endless shady spots.
It was like every chick who had gone to Folk Fest or Country Fest realized that they had another occassion to wear "that" outfit. So many pheasant skirts with tank tops worn with full confidence in built in bras and sundresses paired with cowboy boots in one small square of the city. It was almost humorous.
There were the odd folk wandering around that brought great pleasure to my people-watching needs. Mr Shorty Shorts usually only seen at the Forks. The drunk chick in the beer garden who could play the Octomom's double talking to everyone until she found someone who would talk back to her. The girls dancing to the drummers who danced with so little rythm I wondered if they threw the drummers off at all.
Today we went to the Living Prairie Museum to see the butterfly release. To their credit, they never did post anywhere the quantity of butterflies they planned to release. We just assumed that as it was being made into such a big deal complete with family day, workshops and free stuff, that there would be a somewhat substantial amount of butterflies being set free. Mck had estimated one hundred million. I was thinking more in the hundreds and envisioned a swarm, like a blanket, going off into the wild blue yonder. Turns out we were off a bit. There were roughly 15 let go. 15. One five. Mck was still pumped so it was all good in the hood but the photo-op I had fancied pretty much shrank to nil.
Mck's eyes shut the second her head hit the pillow on both nights this weekend. I like it when that happens.
2 comments:
Fifteen? FIFTEEN? I thing you should have demanded payment for attending! LOL
Well, they were saved by the fact that a quantity WAS never publicized. It was our imaginations that made it disappointing.
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