So Woosterfest is coming next weekend and offers a fine opportunity for drinking in the beer garden, drinking in the wine garden, climbing the velcro wall after going to the beer gardens, and the only opportunity one has to wander around drunk downtown and not get arrested.
Needless to say, Woosterfest has soft spot in my heart as it was here that Coach and I went to get hammered and wound up babbling to Naked Bob in the town square for like two hours after several hours of hard drinking. In many ways, Woosterfest helped to bring Naked Bob back to the old gang after having gone our separate ways for sometime. So drink up to old friends and lifelong friendships this weekend. Or better yet, make a trip to Wooster next Saturday and come hang out with us (cough: Trixie; hint: Deuce).
There are even some activities for the kids to enjoy beyond the psychotherapeutic trauma of watching their drunk father lie in the fetal position in the town square, crying. Thank God that Sara is not old enough to see that life-changing disappointment.
So let us know if you are interested in a day of booze and brats. Hope to see you there.
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