$4 corn dogs and a moonwalk - oh, the joy

We went to a festival in my hometown yesterday. It was a combination of a BBQ contest, a biker rally and some local blues bands, all set up at the lakefront park. We have several local bike clubs, as do most towns, so there were quite a few motorcycles to be seen. The air smelled of smoked meat, there was beer flowing freely, and there was music blasting. It was nice.

When we got there, we took a quick walk-through to see what was going on. Molly sniffed the air and immediately said, "My tummy is rumbling." Yeah, sweetie, so's mine. We decided to check out some bikes first, and on the walk between the food and the bike parking, I saw the coolest thing ever. It was a refrigerated beer truck with taps coming right out the side of it. How I didn't get a picture, I have no idea. Anyway, I watched in awe as some chick in a Bud t-shirt poured ice cold draft right from the side of the truck.

I asked my husband, "Hey, do you think we can have one of those installed right on the front of the fridge?"

"They make refrigerators for that. They're called kegorators."

"Yeah, yeah, I know about kegorators. I want that truck. We could just park it right in front of the house and have a constant supply of beer."

He looked at me like I had lost my mind. "The neighbors would steal our beer if we did that."

Really, that's the best reason you can think of not to buy the Budweiser truck? I really need to learn to see things from a male point of view. Life would be so much easier.

We moved on to the bike parking area. Rows and rows of shiny machines sat before us. My husband, who has recently joined the ranks of the two-wheeled terrors, was in heaven. He was pointing out things that I can't even tell you about, because I have no idea what in the hell he was talking about. I wasn't seeing makes, models and spark plugs (do bikes even have spark plugs?), I was only seeing this:

Oh, look. It's Joe Dirt's motorcycle. Bryan asked me what the wig was doing on the bike.

"Shhhhh it might be sensitive about it's bald spot. Don't point it out."

That made sense to him. Man-logic is a lovely thing.

The coolest bike we saw looked an awful lot like a tricycle, made obvious by the tricycle parked right next to it. Want to see?

Cool. A Radio Flyer with spark plugs (I think).

We wandered back toward the BBQ area to get some lunch. Have you ever wondered what a $4 corn dog looks like? I'd show you a picture, but it was gone before I could get the camera turned on. Seriously, it was like a 3 bite corn dog. Four buckeroonies. Wow. I asked how it was. Apparently it was exactly like "those ones, you know the really good ones, the ones you buy in Wal-Mart in the frozen food section." Yeah, the ones that are $4 for a box of 12? Interesting.

We got BBQ. Of course we got BBQ. I think because I've typed the word BBQ so many times (and the fact that I actually took a picture of a sandwich) that I'll show you a picture. Presenting, my beef brisket sandwich.

It was good. Real good. I bet it was even better than the corn dog.

The advertising for the festival promoted a "Kid Zone," which the girls were excited about that. I'm sure they expected rides. I expected rides, games, something to entertain the little monsters for a few minutes. What we got was a moonwalk. Ok, no biggie. For $5 each, the girls got a bracelet that they could use the whole time we were there to bounce themselves silly. Sounded like a good deal to me, even given the fact that the guy in charge of it was trying hard core to rent me one for a party I hadn't planned yet. I told him I'd consider it after I bought the Budweiser keg truck.

My kids love to bounce. They jump on the couch, the bed, the little trampoline, the seats in the car while I'm trying to buckle them in, each other - they are bouncers. It never even crossed my mind that either of them wouldn't love the moonwalk. Abby didn't. She sat close to the side, clinging to the net like she was imprisoned until I finally coaxed her close enough to the opening so I could get her out without having to crawl inside. Hey, at least the moonwalk episode lasted longer than the corn dog.

We were hot. We wanted to go home. Molly wanted to bounce. We let her bounce for an hour, then we bribed her with a milkshake to get her out of the moonwalk. She asked if she could bring her friend, a very cute little boy (oh, I'm in for trouble with that one). As if I would have said yes and hauled him off to my car, his mother came rushing over, yelling "No, no, no, Cody, you can't go with them." Ok, crazy lady. Believe me, I don't need another toddler in my house.

We left and hit up the McDonald's drive thru for frozen dairy sustenance. We took a drive while we ate our ice cream, trying to find the shortest route to the high school. Yeah, I could have mapquested it, but it's fun to take a family drive sometimes, especially when there's ice cream involved.

Even the ice cream was happy.