Apple Fair and Ass Blisters

"It'll be fun!!" she said. "Easy-Peasy!" she said.

I'm pretty sure that these were the thoughts going through Frankie's head as we were walking along the Occidental highway towards the Gravenstein Apple Fair in Sebastopol. Beautiful day, bikes in good shape, bike trail 95% of the way - what could go wrong?

It was supposed to be a one hour bike ride, all on bike paths that would get us most of the way there. Instead, it turned into a 2 1/2 hour slog with a good part of us walking along the highway while cars zoomed passed and I was thanking whatever gods there are that we weren't being hit by cars. 

The reason we ended up walking part of it was because Frankie got blisters on their butt.

So a big FU to Siri, who managed to direct us on the worst possible route, probably because it was 30 seconds faster. 

Luckily, when we got there however late we had a good time. We ran into a friend from OOTM and her friends from college, bought apple-based drinks and food, and generally had a good time. On the way home I was able to bend Siri to my will, and we took the way home that we actually should've taken coming in. 

It took about an hour.

So fuck you Siri.

Man Playing the worlds tiniest washboard. I wonder if he just always carries it around, just in case. 

Apple fritters - part onion ring, part the love child of apples and beignet. 

Child: what are you?!?
Fairy Elves: We're fairy elves - tee hee!
Child: why?

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