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I felt incredibly hip as I left my sleeping family with my cup of coffee in hand and headed out with Irene in her Miata to the Branford Festival this last Saturday.  The weather was with us, and we found a great parking spot next to some poor guy who had just scraped the car next to him getting into his spot.  He was being a good citizen and leaving a note on the windshield.  My car parking method worked this time:  drive to the center of the action where you think you’ll never get a parking spot and hope that someone is leaving.

I knew this was going to be good because we ran into my friend Tommy Nagy playing drums with Dizzy Fish. They were smokin’ by the time we got there.

A few steps away, we came upon Potato Chip Boy.  As far as I’m concerned, the potato is the perfect food, and I could live on only the potato in its various forms for the rest of my life.

If Jen Reynold with 66 North Main Massage was trying to get some attention, she succeeded!  Check out this contraption!  Anybody know who the lucky guy is?

Why is it that you can’t go to any big event in Connecticut without the horseshoe crabs crashing the party?

When you see this and find out that it’s called “Garlic Chicken Stick,” it is definitely time to have some lunch!

While we were having our lovely Garlic Chicken Sticks, Irene and I noticed that there was an alien invasion.  I mean, I think every other person was walking around carrying a giant purple or green alien thing.  It was hilarious!  I mean, what does it say about human behavior that we see lots of people carrying these completely useless and hideous things around and think, “I MUST HAVE ONE OF THOSE THIS INSTANT!”  Irene succumbed.  Thinking it would assuage her guilt for not bringing her children to the Branford Festival, Irene determined that she would win one of those aliens for her son Jack.

Paying for a ticket to win an alien-thingy

Paying for a ticket to win an alien-thingy

Check out all the alien thingys!

Check out all the alien thingys!

Look upon their alien hideousness!

Look upon their alien hideousness!

She's gonna win an alien thingy!

She’s gonna win an alien thingy!

Yay! Irene won an alien thingy!

Yay! Irene won an alien thingy! Don’t you want one too now?

Getting an alien thingy home.

This is how you get an alien thingy home in a Miata. We drove on I-95 with him like this, and I thought his head was going to pop off.

If we visited your booth and took your photo, check it out here.  If you’d like to order prints, click “Client Access” above and navigate to the “Event Gallery” to find “Branford Festival.”

 

Special thanks to Ed Lazarus and Al Canosa for making us feel so welcome!

Al Canosa & Ed Lazarus

Al Canosa & Ed Lazarus