We hop in the car and head to Lake Geneva for the last two nights of the trip. Obviously, when we passed a huge sign for "Brat Fest 2010" on the way, we pulled right over. You know that scene in "The Wizard of Oz" when Dorothy walks into Oz for the first time and everything is beautiful and in color? That could easily be compared to the two sides of Brat Fest.
Kansas: Where all these people were surrounded by smoke, standing over hot grills making the brats, in 95 degree heat with nothing but sand and dirt on the ground.
I want these mugs.
Margs by the pool.
A Michael's Burger for dinner (that joke only works if you can read it on the menu, so just in case: Char-grilled with cheese on a toasted Krispy Kreme doughnut as a bun).
Basically after our free meal, there's nothing that we did that I can top it with, so I'm signing off. Oh, Michael did realize that he forgot his wallet in Lake Geneva about half-way home... just kidding.