We took a break from the backyard today to honor an invite from my good friend Andy. Our destination was the Manayunk (pronounced Man-ee-unk) Arts Festival. The folks in this area, and all of Philadelphia for that matter, know and fully support the arts. We are very fortunate to have all of this available to us and mass trans accessible to boot.
The day was gorgeous and the booths were plenty. There was a small mid-afternoon shower,
which made time for beers.
After the rain let up we commenced our walk down Main Street and laughed for a good while at this:
The festival had its very own pork tour with all sorts of pork propaganda. I can't explain why, but it just felt out of place. Now I love pork just as much as the next pork eating person, but if it's not handled right, things can go real bad real quick. A quick assessment of the staff told me today was not a good day to toy with my health.
Lord knows I don't want to end up like this guy. Although he does look rather jolly.
The only other not-art related entertainment was...
these guys. Where I went to college, the hired help still rode horses.