This past weekend I went to Virginfest for the first time...apparently it's not a christian festival promoting abstinence (damn). My new claim to fame is that, while there, Richard Branson
almost tripped right over me. I really wish he would have actually fallen on me because right now I could be a millionaire. Instead I am living on dreams and spaghettios (yea yea, country music reference). Highlights of Virginfest included shrinky dink art, where you colored in an image and they put in an oven which shrunk it down, that was pretty awesome and made me think of Back to the Future (the magic pizza was always my favorite scene), getting free t-shirts (which we used as blankets) from the Dickies dude who was akwardly flirting with every female, and a girl falling out of a tree. Kids, leave tree climbing to the monkeys...or don't, because that was damn funny :).

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