Monday, August 29, 2011

Food Truck and Cart Festival (and then some stuff I actually took pictures of)

So, Matt and I went to the Food Truck and Cart Festival at Columbus Commons, but I am a terrible blogger and have no pictures for you. Part of that is because Matt is easily embarrassed and stopping to take camera phone pictures in a crowd would have been more than he could deal with from me. The other issue was that we got there at 8:30 and it was completely dark. There were carts along the edge and these enormous lines of  50 plus people for each, but you couldn't tell what anyone was waiting in line for because there was no lighting. I guess they always park under street lights when they go out into the world at night. We were going to get a beer, but the line was insane and then we realized that the drink ticket booth had officially closed. They were out of beer at a freaking festival. I think that's a worst-case-scenario when planning these things. So we stood around the booth my work had set up. The girl running our booth was drinking booze her friend had brought for her so she wouldn't have to pay for festival beer. I think I may have underestimated the ridiculous amount of freedom my job allows.
I found out yesterday at work that most of the carts had run out of food altogether and people were asking them to make whatever they could from scraps. I am grateful that we left when we did and didn't wait in line for a tortilla with sauce squirted on it or any other such emergency recipe. They need to do this thing more often and with more food and certainly more booze.
Next time I go somewhere more interesting than work and the grocery store, I will make a more sincere attempt to take pictures. Had I not been more timid, I would have had a picture for you of that old bald guy that does interpretive dance with a cane by the music stage at every festival.

Now that I have bored you with my "I'm totally getting out and seeing Columbus because I would judge you for not getting out and seeing Providence" moment, I am super excited that this post has  a theme! Like, if Matt were involved, he would probably come up with reasons why his boat captain's hat would be appropriate, because every theme party welcomes a boat captain. I'll let you put two and two together and figure out the theme on your own.


This is one of the super cute Pattycake vegan cookies in our cookie basket at work. I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be a cat, but it also looks like a fox. I go with cat only because I think vegans appreciate cats more often than do other people. Take from that comment what you will. The reason I show this picture is because yesterday at work, a man who comes in regularly and, as far as I know, is of sound mind, picked up this very cookie and said, "Well look at that. That's a dinosaur, right?" I am very often at a loss for words at the coffee shop.


I saw this guy in a shop window walking home from work and said "AAAAWWWWW" really loud just as someone walked by me, so I decided I couldn't really make things more embarrassing, so it was okay to take a picture. The weird thing about this display is that it is in the window of Clintonville Outfitters, which is a hiking and camping equipment store that definitely doesn't sell toys or anything lion related. I guess they know what they're doing because no I want a hammock.


So, I don't want to bust your "Rhode Island has fancy cider with cute furry creatures on the label" bubble, but I kind of do. This was on display at Giant Eagle. It was the first thing I saw when I walked in the door. There are at least 4 kinds. If I was the sort of person to drink in a non-bar situation,  I would totally buy this. It is 100% cuter than Strongbow, and i bet it tastes better. The fact that I see hipsters drinking Strongbow leads me to believe it's the worst possible choice of cider.





1 comment:

  1. MY BUBBLE. Also, so much quotable material in this. Scott said he laughed out loud when he read it.

    Uggh, so wish you had taken that picture of the bald man with the cane.

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