Festival Shmestival

The lure proved too hard to resist. I went to the arts festival. Primarily to eat a pita from the Hutch's catering booth. While I was enjoying the combination pita with chicken and beef, topped with grilled onions and peppers, and further enhanced with sour cream and jalapeno slices, I sat across the picnic table from two young ladies. They had purchased Indian tacos, mostly because the young man at the counter looked so hot in the fifty percent of a shirt he was wearing. They had hopes of getting his phone number but instead were experiencing sandwich envy over my far superior choice. I smiled and told them the pita was most excellent. And it was. I also had the pleasure of observing the partially shirted fellow in the "world famous" taco booth, he served me up a coke. I had no desire to secure his phone number, I just wanted a beverage to accompany my pita. And I'm certain I was having more fun than the girls with their so-so tacos and no phone number. After the pita, I became distracted by the many baubles and such that were displayed in abundance around me. I bought a cute little beaded bracelet. But the fab purchase turned out to be the batik dress at half price. Hmm. I saw a cute guy in half a shirt and then went on to pay half price for an artsy little dress. It was a good day at the park.