I had a rather busy weekend. It was Buffalo Days, a local town festival-thing that spans an entire week. Mostly stupid events but they do have fireworks and a parade.
Last Friday was the fireworks event. So Chris and my family all headed for downtown and found a nice cozy spot around the lake to view the light show. Since there are street vendors I bought a small bag of mini doughnuts. So Good! The fireworks themselves weren't terribly impressive, but it was an okay reason to get out of the house.
On Saturday, we went over to my uncle's house since he also hosts a BBQ for the parade. His house is right on the parade route, so it's the perfect place to set up. To be honest, I haven't spoken to my uncle since Christmas, when he really pissed me off and scolded me about something stupid. Anyways...I decided to let go of my grudge and strike up conversation.
I'm glad I did. He took me to breakfast the next morning. On his motorcycle. If you haven't ridden one, I tell you there's nothing like it. It's a whole new perspective to be travelling at sixty miles an hour with the wind whipping your hair wildly around your face. You can see everything and it feels like flying.
I might be addicted.
In other news it's been storming a lot here. Like, really storming. Heavy winds, lots of rain, hours of lightning and thunder. I love it. Of course, with all this heat and humidity, a severe storm is bound to pop up sooner than later. And don't get me wrong, I love tornadoes but I'm not so fond of them when they're by my house.
We'll have to keep an eye on that....