Monday, August 10, 2009

A Taste of the 4th

You can see everyone was real excited to go.
Actually, Greg and his friend were probably still traumatized from the train ride over. It was their first time on a train and in the city and lucky us sat right across the upper deck from a completely inebriated, very large, Mexican holding a huge, empty bottle of taquilla. He started screaming profanities in spanish and falling all over the seats. When he started heaving, we told the people directly down below who were cramming as far inside their rows as possible to get the heck outta there. Then we just kept saying to ourselves, "Please don't spew, please don't spew!" He soon passed out and the "spew" was more of a slow leak, like a volcano. It was utterly, the most disgusting way to start out a trip and I think these poor Iowa boys may be scared for life.

Ben & I made a quick recovery though and enjoyed our time away from the babies. (Thank you Baylie.)




The trip was really all about one thing; Guster was playing at the Taste that day! The concert in the rain was great. Nothing like being trapped in a big sea of wet, smelly people drinking beer and eating greasy food and listening to fine music. The "People Watching" sites were fine that day. Everything was very entertaining and tasty.

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