A Long Day into Night

It takes a real friend (beth: 17 yrs), confident in your love of them, to badger you for 9 minutes before you agree to go with them. And I don't agree to go anywhere usually. Especially not without advance notice. 6 hours is not advance notice. Nor is the subsequent call 6 hours later, saying you gave me advance notice and why as a friend you hate me bcs i'm not spontaneous. And I almost nearly got mad. But since Amber (9yrs) was already over and she seemed ambivilant i was like, okay fine, we'll go to your watermelon festival. For an hour. 2 hours later the place is closing down. We've had our churro and cotton candy... ridden the superslide and bumper cars... and found almost no sign of watermelon related activities- besides of course the free watermelon and the spitting contest... but you know, we were there and though no watermelon margaritas were there or watermelon ice cream or free watermelon face painting i had a good time- mainly bcs of the flashing lights and my awesome phone camera... night mode, with light, macro, panorama, rapid fire... it was amazing. oh and of course the company of friends.