Texas abounds with festivals in the spring when the weather is just perfect for being outside. We love Taste of Addison for the great food, shwag from vendors, and the awesome evening bands at a great price ($5 each if you get in before 5 PM). We didn’t know how this would work with the kids but decided to try to get there just before 5 PM (to escape paying $10 each) and then stay to see Bowling for Soup at 9 PM. How did we kill 4 hours?
Just near the entrance was the carnival area. Of course, the kids wanted to go there! There were way-too-expensive rides ($4 each???), lights, loud music, and funnel cakes (which suck Chris and I in every time- it’s the TX version of fried dough). Sadie needs her dose of thrill every now and then so Chris and I flip over who will have to overcome their vertigo and accompany her. I won! I won! Here we are taking an $8 absolutely horribly put together and run by someone who looked like they hadn’t slept all night roller coaster ride. I could feel every bolt on the track.
Here, Elijah enjoys the view of the ride from the safety of the wagon while Chris photographs my terror.
We ate from a few of the vendors (restaurants from Addison- which apparently has the most restaurants per capita in this area) then ran and played while jamming to the bands playing.
As the crowd filled in for the main acts, we tossed down our picnic blanket, tickled, wrestled, and sucked on lollipops as we waited.
9 PM- Bowling for Soup!!! The witching hour upon us, it was the moment of truth. Would the children crumble and request to go home? No way! Not once. We were shocked and excited. Both kids loved this musical experience in their own ways. They laughed at the childish humor of the lead singer and chatted about song lyrics. The wobbled and weaved and bobbed to the music.
Sadie rode shoulders most of the show for a better view.
Elijah preferred to listen to the music from a lower vantage point. All of us had a tremendous time! We were home at 11:30 PM with two children already deep into REM. Live music- watch out! We’ve hit our stride.