gettin’ the heck out of dodge
When I last left off the story of this week’s vacation, Aaron and I had spent a relaxing/boring evening in the quiet town of Millersburg: walking the Rails-to-Trails, checking out the Amish people at Wal-Mart, and watching cable TV in our hotel room.
Next comes the meat of our vacation: travelling about Amish Country.
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I’m back.
I have several corps-related e-mails to answer and some general stuff to take care of (including watering my poor, thirsty plants, both indoors and out), but first I’m going to relax and take some time to document my vacation.
If you’re interested in reading about antiquing in Amish Country and other vacation highlights, read on.
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…Well, my best friend from Middle School, anyway.
It occured to me that I have a backlog of lomographs that I haven’t posted, including my visit to Carolyn’s baby shower back in October (mouse over thumbnails for descriptions):
Carolyn’s mom took the pic of me and Carrie, and had a little trouble with the lomo’s shutter. It took me a while to master myself, when I first got the camera. Of course, I got some flak from Carrie for being a super web-goddess and bringing a cheap plastic camera. It was at this point that I made the fatal error of telling them how much I paid for my kitschy Lomo LC-A.
Then I got made fun of even more.
But, then again, a visit with Carolyn wouldn’t be complete with a little humor at my expense, right? 😉
Here they are, the photos of the Black Swamp Art Festival. Taken with my almost-trusty Lomo LC-A on Saturday, September 11, 2004 in Bowling Green OH.
This weekend, Amy came up to visit for the annual Black Swamp Arts Festival in Bowling Green. It’s actually a good thing that Amy got hung up at home and showed up later than planned, because we easily scanned the art booths in an hour. Honestly, we weren’t impressed this year. There was plenty of good art, but not as much that was so intriguingly different that we had to stop and look. Amy didn’t even make any purchases this year, which is really saying something. In years past, we’ve easily burned through $100 apiece.
After the booths closed at 7pm, we (that is, Aaron, Amy, Mark, and myself) had dinner at Easystreet, then indulged on fair food (mmm, funnel cakes) and hung around to see Southern Culture on the Skids. We ended up leaving after about half their set, mainly because it was so damned loud. We didn’t even stay to hear their one hit 90’s song, Camel Walk. (They probably played it as their encore.)
So, all said, the festival was a disappointment, but hanging with Amy was cool, as always. I’m kind of embarrassed that I told my co-workers that the festival was cool enough to warrant driving down from Toledo to check out. *shrug*