Italian Fest turned into a mud pit by Friday afternoon. Really smelly mud. Because of the downpour, we didn’t serve nearly as many people as we normally do. About 175. So we have lots of gravy left over. It was fun and a bit weird to be there with my baby. The kid rocked some noise canceling headphones for a chunk of the weekend, which was adorable. DJ NJ. Greg and I also got to have a date on Friday night to watch Star & Micey and Paul Thorn–both bands I really enjoy. Stream of consciousness, brought to you by my sleepy, slightly mud self.
