Soy Sauce Ponds and Frizzles

Starting the day with happy faces: A few of the "Thunderdome" crew

     I can't remember the last time I attended a parade, much less a tiny local parade to a town I've never been before! It was quite hilarious, making jabs at all little business' undertakes at making floats and local's passive aggressive attempts at declaring political statements using their cute children. We came for the candy, earned some sugar induced belly aches, and the stayed for the concluding Mariachi Band with dancing horses. As far as I could tell, it was a fairly normal day in town of Broomfield.

Creepy!!

     We followed the parade with fried food, lemonade and funnel cakes....oh wait, I guess that's another fried food! Of all the food choices, we waited in line for a good 30 minutes to sample the Texas Tators booth. Why? Because I trust a Texan to make delicious grease saturated goods. Who knows what those other people were "frying" their food with; they could be air baking or using soy bean oil for all I know! We had some amazing home-made potato chips covered in cheese sauce and Cajun seasoning. Have you ever seen someone make potato chips with a power drill and nut? It is a mouth-watering experience that should not be missed in a lifetime.

     I witnessed my first dog jumping competition. We watched as owners ramped up their dogs in excitement and threw their favorite toy into a long-jump shaped water tank, measuring how far the dogs could leap into the water! The longest record was about 24 feet. It was one of the cutest things ever.

My first "Rodie" Bike ride!

Chillin' with Tals the dog

     Our crew, Heather's Fam + kpLove, decided to head back to the hizzle in time to beat the rain rolling in over the mountains. We were thrilled to see our modes of transportation were still in place, since no one wanted to tackle the task of stealing 6 bikes bungee locked together. Whew! Then the race was on: last one to the house buys the beer! Turns out Heather's parents are great sports and provided beer and snacks on the back porch regardless of wins or loses.

These didn't get their names "Orgasm Roll" and "Multiple Orgasm Roll" for no reason!

     We capped off the night on Pearl Street in Boulder, drooling over boots we can't afford, watching a Hula-Hoop Professional drag race a car, and eating our weight in sushi. I'm not sure if the waitress thought the tip was worth cleaning up after the 3 year old in a 30-something-year-old's body ( **Aghmmmm . . . .fake cough**... PATRICK), but Heather and I sure did have a blast laughing at the soy-sauce pond around his dinner-ware and teasing him about the floating food that mysteriously found itself in the fake river, directly in front of P-Dizzle himself.

 Ending the day with happy faces AND happy tummies!