Taste

I traveled south for Taste of Cincinnati this past weekend.
Talk about sensory overload! We were nearly crushed by the crowd, and definitely crushed underfoot were an infinity of Ritz cracker sample packets, Advil scratch cards, and a sticky mixture of spilled beer, dirt, and food drippings.

The funny thing? I didn't even eat anything. I tried a bite of Deryck's Thai curry puff, but that's the extent of it. It was delish: sweet and salty and spicy. Mmmmm.

The most fun was standing in the back of a funk cover band concert with Deryck, Andy, and Bill. A great many drunk people of a wide range of backgrounds were dancing in the front. I have never seen such an eclectic mix so happy and oblivious. Gotta love people!