Didn’t get there in time to catch the sunset, as hoped, but Ribfest was as good a time as always. And those Camp 31 ribs? Pleease tell me you didn’t go anywhere else for your meal.
I went with someone new this year and had to teach him the tradition of getting a dozen Tiny Toms on your way out – even if you’re full, no excuses. Can you believe he’d never tried such wonder in his life before? Talk about missing out on the little things… they were a success, btw, even if he refuses to admit it. “Just one” ended with us fighting over who got to eat the last bite.
Anyway, as I’m not privy to stuffed animals, my souvenirs from the night are these photographs…. they’re a lot easier to carry around 😛