Disclaimer: This post is an update on my last post. It will make absolutely no sense if you haven't read (and possibly re-read) the last post. Also, "NPC" means "Not a Porn Convention". That will save you some time. You're welcome.
So.....Biscuit Fest (NPC).......
Where do I begin.....
Let me give you the back story by saying that I feel pretty certain that ever since Knoxville secured the 1982 World's Fair, the city has had an inferiority complex and has convinced it's self that every event will be a complete failure.
Take Bacon Fest for example. Last fall, they hosted the event and only had four vendors supplying bacon.
Four.
For a city of approximately 183,000 people, they thought four restaurants would be plenty. *sigh*
I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when I showed up at Biscuit Fest (NPC) only to be told that they were SOLD. OUT. OF. BISCUITS.
*blink, blink*
Come on people. It's the SOUTH. How in the hell do you sell of out of BISCUITS?!
ANYWHERE?!?!
I called my friend She-she to lament the fact that I had completely missed Biscuit Fest (NPC) and she said, "So let me get this straight. It was BYOB, bring your own biscuit?"
At least someone could find humor in it, I guess.
However, don't think I didn't find the irony in the shirt sizing. I bought a large Biscuit Fest shirt and let me tell you...people who attend Biscuit Fest (NPC)and like to eat biscuits, DO NOT appreciate a shirt that is sized small.
I now have to remove the NPC to wear the damn shirt.
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