Part of the deal for the race yesterday was that you got entry to a concert by Sister Hazel later in the evening. So after dinner hubs and I headed back into town. For the record, it was a fancy night out. Never mind that most people were still in running clothes and in lawn chairs. I. WORE. MAKEUP. Like, eyeliner and mascara and everything. I know, I know. Impressive.
I think I'll skip the makeup tutorials for now. Unless anyone is looking for tips on how to swipe on lip gloss? If that's the case, send me an email. I can totally hook you up. Anyway, first things first--I needed frozen yogurt. I took my snazzy, eyelinered-up self to the nearest fro-yo place and found candy corn in the toppings! Sneaky employees. Candy corn is amazing in EVERYTHING, but also deceptively heavy.
The Sister Hazel concert was lots of fun, really small and intimate and most people brought chairs. We did not. I enjoyed a comfy seat on the curb for 2 hours. I also sang along to a grand total of 2 songs, which were the only ones I knew. Still fun!
It was all topped off with some pretty impressive fireworks. Ok, fine. I was bored. They were certainly impressive for a while, but really, after 5 minutes? Bored. Done. Time to move on. Took pictures of hubs to entertain me:
Since it was a Saturday night, I'd just raced a half marathon, and we were out at a concert, it was a pretty wild time. I went to bed--wait for it--at 10:30. Sometimes I just like to let my hair down and get crazy, you know?
Candy corn fans? Don't tell me if you're not. We probably can't be friends.
Do I really need to say how much I love it? When hubs and I first came to America to visit a couple of years ago, I bought a bag of candy corn to take home. Except I ate it all in a couple of days, and had to buy a replacement bag. Whoops! So glad it's officially autumn and I have a seasonal excuse to indulge.
Be honest--do fireworks get old after a while?
Maybe I just have a short attention span, but I'm usually ready to go before the fireworks end! I would prefer a short and spectacular show, rather than 15 minutes. I feel like this makes me a bad person. Next post - why puppies aren't even that cute.