Together, we make a pie

So we just signed on and Hamiltoe toeld us that we have no followers. WHAT??!?!?!

Luckily it was but a Blogspot malfunction. All sixteen of you are still here, and near and dear to our hearts. As for the rest of you - FOLLOW THE DAMN BLOG. That's a bit harsh. Please follow the damn blog :)

Our latest Hamiltoe(ish) adventure took us to the outskirts of our fair city, specifically to one Winona Peach Festival! We feel it is justifiable to include such an outing due to the fact that we traveled to this highly anticipated event by way of the good ole HSR (that's Hamilton Street Railway, for non-Hamiltoe folk, and the bus for non-literate folk). In fact, the HSR offered free transportation to and from Winona for Hamiltoe residents. This ride was offered from the somewhat convenient location of Eastgate Square - not as dirty as Jackson Square, but somewhat dirtier than Lime Ridge Mall. Our bus ride was mostly successful, with the exception of a disgruntled baby-hating teen on our way home. Was wearing a black onesie with cut-off denim shorts. Probably goes by a name ending in "ee." You know who you are.

ON THE PEACH SHUTTLE

At the festival itself, we were welcomed by infuriatingly catchy children's songs, our future cars, and many peaches. Many, many peaches. Mmmm peaches. Peaches.

ANDREA'S CAR...

...AND HAYLEY'S CAR. WE BELONG IN THE 50'S.

We wandered about for a little bit before catching a quick bite consisting of pulled pork and pizza (alliteration!). We proceeded to the arts and crafts area, attracting Andrea because of the multiple dreamcatcher booths, and attracting Hayley with the possibility of finding a teddy bear with her name spelt correctly. What an epic FAIL. Who the hell is named Edith anyway? Maybe Edith and Haley with no first Y should be friends. Lame, lame friends. Lame.

LAME

Continuing to make our dreams come true, Andrea discovered and proceeded to pose beside an ENORMOUS POP SHOPPE BOTTLE.

(YE OLDE) POP SHOPPE

We learned about the difference between clingstone and freestone peaches (or as Hayley would say, "cling-free peachy stone pits"). After eating every peachy entity in sight (for real, we had peaches, peach pie, peach sundae, deep-fried peach fuzz, etc.), we went home, got some slurpees (a very trampy beverage indeed), and watched Wedding Crashers. What a perfect day!