Another ComFest has come and gone. We heard some great bands, drank some beer, did some serious people watching, saw plenty of boobies and a Comfest first....man junk. Yes. I, Mrs. EyeCanSee, single handedly watched a man in a kilt sit down and expose to the world all that God gave him. Gross. Needless to say I'm hoping that was my first and last peek at another man's stuff.
Per usual we checked out all the shops and were pleased to see my lantern lady and purchased not one, not two, but three more for our collection. Well techincally one is for my parents, but we splurged on two for ourselves. We figured it was our last chance until she mentioned she has a new Etsy site....now I can get my glass lantern fix any time of year! You should check it out, her work is amazing. Wish Art Glass. I also picked up some bargain $7 sunglasses and a few treats for the dogs. Kasey devoured his doggy bagels while Moose has adopted the duck as his baby. Anytime you even go near it, he runs and "hides" it under the bed. We'll see how long it lasts. He's already ripped off the tag and is now going for the hair. What a goof ball.
The Hubs Choice
Moose's choice. Don't touch my duck mom
By Sunday night we're usually ready to see the hippies go, but this year was bittersweet. Prior to moving into my condo I honestly had never even heard of ComFest, let alone been to it. When you live right in the heart of it though you really learn to embrace it and look forward to it every year. Once we move it just won't be the same. Even if we happen to be in town we won't have the luxury of using our own bathroom and being able to enjoy the comforts of home in the heat of the day. Looks like next summer we'll have to trade the hippies and hemp for the ribs and blues of Kansas City.