After the nice little bike ride around white rock, we headed over to the Fort Worth Arts Festival to meet up transam and mascara. I hate that nickname i've given her. I need to think of another one. One day, i'll finally grow up and become a little more sophisticated and maybe a little richer so that i would actually buy some of this stuff. It's expensive! The stuff at these art festivals are really nice. But you know, i'm just not at a place where i can spend that kind of money nor do i have the good taste to purchase items fitting for my future home. My current home is in a state of SPCA-ness. I told big poppa that i need to stop buying junk like shot glasses and magnets when i travel. I need to start collecting classic items unique to whatever place i'm visiting. So i'm drawing a line friends. No more junky souvenirs taking up my over-packed luggage! Back to the arts festival. No art bought. Just a lot of food. Corn on the cob. Corn dogs. Polish dogs. Turkey legs. Dippin' dots. So bad.
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