This weekend, in an effort to kick off the summer right, Ella, Jerry and I paid a visit to the Taste of Glen Ellyn. Ella loved every minute of this overdose to the senses.
Where else can one experience:
1. Aerosmith blaring over cut-rate speakers, while mouthy kids from the "other side of the tracks" (you know the kind, eyes rimmed with black liner - guys and painted on jeans - girls) stand impatiently for the tilt-a-whirl?
2. Guys smelling of Old Spice and Kentucky Gentleman shelling out $20, trying to win their hopeful date a misshapen fuchsia stuffed bear?
3. Kids whose Taste of Glen Ellyn fare consists only of things fried (Ella)?
It was as if time stood still since my last visit to the Taste. Same kids, same music, same great way to welcome in the summer.
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