After the unfortunate car-coyote incident last Friday night, we decided to stay in Fayetteville for the weekend. It did cause us to miss my dad’s birthday-Happy Belated Birthday Dad!- but it also gave us a chance to go to the Tontitown Grape Festival Saturday night.
Last year was our first time to go and I’ll just repost the summary I wrote then. No need to re-invent the wheel. . .
“That evening we all went to the Tontitown Grape Festival. Tontitown is an italian community about 15 minutes outside of Fayetteville. The annual Grape Festival is famous for homemade spaghetti dinners and of course, grapes. They had grapes, grape ice cream, grape snow cones, and my favorite grape product, wine. It was actually the first time we had gone to the festival in the 5 years that we’ve lived in Fayetteville. It was cheesy and as awesome as I had imagined.”
This time around it was Jacob and I, my sister, her boyfriend Ty and our friend Alex.
Obviously, we had to ride the Orbiter again. You know, for old times sake.
We were considering riding this crazy contraption but they started running it without people to do some ‘maintenance.’
Uh. No thank you.
I tried really hard to get Jacob to let me have a bunny. Because I’m sure that would have gone over well with Lois.
50 cent (pronounced fitty) will shoot you if you throw up on this ride.
We didn’t eat any corndogs this year, but we did get some sweet airbrush shirts to commemorate the occasion.
Creepiest. Trashcan. Ever. Made worse (if possible?) by being placed in front of A RIDE CALLED THE HUSTLER. Seriously, carnies?
I really wanted Jacob to win me that rebel flag skull poster.
Almost as much as I wanted him to win me a rastafarian banana.
You totally almost had it Ty.
In the end, we played some games, spent way too much money on an obviously rigged darts game, and almost lost our dinner on rides.
In other words, a good night with good friends.

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