Wallerin' at The Paseo

Nancois picked me up at 9:30 and we headed to Cora's for our yearly trek to The Paseo Arts Festival.  The weather was nice - a bit windy, but we do live in Oklahoma, so not a big surprise. 
 
 
First stop, Taylor's back yard.  He opens up the back yard for tours during the festival.  We met him last year, so we felt it necessary to stop by.  Thanks to his little marketing idea, he has been working at my house since last September!  He is now part of the family!  BUT, that's the subject of a whole other blog.
 
The only thing missing this year was his sweet dog, Sophie - she passed away about 2 weeks ago.  Never easy to say goodbye to a pet.  
 
But, I digress....  We visited with Taylor and met his Mom - she is an old hippie, so of course, I loved her!!!  We made plans to have lunch soon.  He is worried we will exchange stories about him.....  Of course, we WILL!!!!
 
On to the festival - drank too much beer, bough a whirlygig for my backyard and are chicken on a stick and listened to music - some good, some not so good.
 
Now the whirligig is the basis of this little story.  I asked the gentlemen at the tent if this whirligig would stay in the ground - looked a little top heavy to me and with the Oklahoma wind, ya gotta ask these questions...  He said "ma'am, with all the rain you've had here in Oklahoma, it will probably just waller right out of the ground"!!!  I immediately asked him, "where are you from", to which he replied, "Texas"!  Waller?  OMG!  We laughed so hard, I could hardly breathe.  Needless to say, every single thing that has happened in the last 24 hours has something to do with "wallerin"!!!
 
Took a funnel cake to Taylor on the way home - decided to go to the picture show -Fast and Furious 6 - pretty sure we were the oldest people in the theater.  Who cares.........
 
We were completely exhausted from the movie, which naturally necessitated more alcohol consumption.  This time our favorite - VODKA - at Cora's house.  We sat on the front porch, enjoying the beautiful weather and laughed and talked until about 10:00 PM!  Lord, we were happening.
 
Old friends are the best.  We laugh until we "almost" pee in our pants - ok, sometimes we do...
 
There's not much we don't know about each other, so all we have to say is "remember that broom" and we die laughing....
 
It was one of the best days ever.....  Wallerin' in Oklahoma, ya'll.....