(sigh)
You know, I love Fredericksburg, but sometimes there's a hokiness about it that just slays me. Take, for instance, some of the recent entries in the local paper for home-grown "entertainment."
Featured at JP's Sports Bar on Tuesday is 10-cent wing night where ladies play pool for free. But the ante rises on Wednesday's poker night. The wings are then a nickel more!
The Griffin Bookshop has outdone itself with local authors' signings/demonstrations of Christine Bemko Kril's I Can Do It! Piano Book and Donya Arias' discussion of Not What I Expected: The Unpredictable Road from Womanhood to Motherhood. OMG.
If THAT doesn't do it for you, there's always the golf cart scavenger hunt at Colonial Beach; an evening with the Biscuit Burners and their "fiery mountain music" or the edible art competition in old town; or the classic and muscle car club cruise-in at the Virginia Barbeque parking lot.
I don't know what to do first!
(sigh)
1 comment:
And you thought Franklin was small!!!
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