Crazy week ahead of us, so I’ll be brief.
Tim and I had a great time in Columbia over the weekend, and Auggie had super-duper fun at Grandma’s. Who knew the dogs would be the big stinkers for them?
Even though we were in Columbia for less than three hours, we managed to eat and/or drink in no less than six different establishments. Ah, Columbia… Still the same in so many ways.
Our entire reason for going back to CoMo was to attend Springfest, KCOU’s annual day ‘o music. The weather was gorgeous, the bands ranged from pretty good (…And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead) to booty-rockin’ (GBV), although the sound was generally stinky. (Is there a term for using another sense’s adjectives when referring to a different sense? Stupidity? Yes, that’s it.)
We saw some old friends, drank a little beer, drank a little wine and generally enjoyed walking around our old stomping grounds.
My goal was to not imbibe so much that I would be unable to enjoy my breakfast at Ernie’s the next day (like our visit over two years ago).