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MAYFEST 2013



I've been going to Mayfest since I was in my mom's tummy. She used to volunteer with the Junior League setting up and working the booths. We went EVERY year and the happy memories have stayed with me ever since.

I can hardly wait to see what the logo will look like every year. I'm a huge fan of this year's—it has a simple vintage flair. I still wish I had all of the T-shirts I collected over the years. I especially loved one from the early 80s with butterflies on it.

Beyond the shirts, how could I forget getting my face painted like a little animal or the wood crafting section.  It was my favorite! Building doll houses and tables made me feel like I do and could make anything.  Smashing confetti eggs on cute boys' heads was the BEST way to flirt in middle school. Face painting, Dippin Dots and turkey legs never got old. I loved getting dressed up for the dance recitals we performed in.

As an adult, we drink a beer and mingle with old friends. This is always a good time to share stories like when we all dove for cover under folding chairs during a hail storm that devastated the park.  We were 13 at the time. Those were the days. We share stories of battle wounds and about that time my best friend Rachel and I dressed in sumo outfits and wrestled. I laughed so hard I almost wet the suit.

It's that time of year again, and I get to take my baby boy for his first time. I hope to get his face painted and smash a confetti egg over his Dad's head. There are more memories to be made and I can't wait to head out there tomorrow!

Head out to Mayfest in Trinity Park! Don't forget to check out the 5 or 10k Mayfest Run on Saturday morning either!

Later Saturday evening ...
My boy's first confetti egg experience
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