The Inmates Run the Asylum

Apple and Pork was kind of a bust for me. I made a quick trip yesterday to the grounds to get a new wire ring from the same lady I've gottne them from the past couple of years, only she wasn't selling them this year. I got two other rings instead. A steal for five bucks for both and they're quite fetching.

Then I walked back, grabbed my last lemon shake-up of the year and then hit the Black Kettle stand for some bbq porkchop sandwiches and bbq sauce.

I was going to go up today (mostly for bbq ribs), but getting sick for a couple of hours in the very early morning hours and not getting much sleep, plus feeling craptastic and cranky all day put the stop on that.

Still, I didn't miss it and I got everything I'd wanted (or a reasonable second to what I wanted).

Pigs and apples are safe again for another year.

It's Maydays this weekend. Actually, it started Thursday night, but Carrie and I walked up today. I only go to Maydays for one reason: lemon shake-ups.

We ended up eating up there, too, cheese stix and gyros. We sat on the wall and listened to some band play.

They were...out of their league with some of the songs they chose to play, to put it nicely.

They made "Wicked Game" so unsexy that I fear my libido may be permanently damaged.

We threw scorn at them.

Unfortunately, since I live only a few blocks away from the square, I can still hear them. It's like the mediocrity followed me home.

For whatever reason, this whole ordeal has made me sleepy.

I think that band sucked out some of my awesome.

I don't know what they did with it, though. They certainly didn't use it.