For those of us who live in this particular cluster of towns, it is a Summer tradition.
I have a confession.
I don't go for the concert part.
I don't go for the park part.
I go to be with friends,
to relax,
& maybe to enjoy watching the slightly inebriated lady who proudly shows off her one dance move (picture a shoulder shimmy shake thing whilst leaning forward....and then leaning back. oh, & picture that over and over and over....).
She is there almost every Friday night, and for some reason, her consistency brings me comfort.
The "friends" I love to sit closest to, in the traditional attendance of auditory art in the great square shaped outdoors, are the Dubs.
This Friday was no exception.
I tagged along with the Dubs and their special guests,
Uncle Karl & Aunt Kristy.
The difference was that I enjoyed the nephews dancing with their Aunt Kristy, all three of whom have way better rhythm & more varied dance moves than the slightly inebriated shoulder shake lady.
It was delightful!
This little man, besides being a great dancer....
is also skilled in the art of comedy!
He climbed up on my blue plastic lawn chair, and proceeded to play "peek-a-boo"....
& "Smoosh-a-face-a-boo"
& "Scrunch-a-face-a-boo"
After E-baby got bored,
Pilot J tried out the "Smoosh-your-face-a-boo" too!
Pilot J abandoned me shortly after, because of important frisbee throwing business,
and left me to face the "authorities" by my lonesome.
laughing-so-hard-I-almost-peed-my-pants thing.
He let me go with just a warning.
Which really was only fair, since the fun I was having was mostly his fault
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