Rockton

The best weekend EVAH. Seriously. Why is Thanksgiving so good? Hmm? Is it the turkey? I don't know... But seriously... So good.

Friday we partied like it was 1999, including some kick @ss bingo with the ladies. Saturday we searched the city for our turkey and baked a punkin pie. On Sunday, I ate. And ate, and ate, and ate. Turkey, mashed po-ta-tos, sweet taters, peas, squash, brussel sprouts, cranberry, gravy, pie, and whipped cream. Oh, and wine. It's a wonder my pants didn't es-ploded!

And then there was Monday. Dear, sweet, Thanksgiving Monday. Hotter than h&ll at 31 degrees, but also the day of the Rockton Fair, and ipso facto, livestock, beer nuts, mini gourds, old men in farm hats, and french fries with too much ketchup eaten in the stands while watching the Clydesdale's. Some pictures to further illustrate the goodness. Seriously. Next year, y'all gots to get yur butters there:

p.s. My fav is the supa' cool chicken at the end who's all "cluck, like, what?"