Run-on sentences. Because I'm sleepy.

Well.

Everything I've been able to glean about this annual Greek Funstival is that this year, this 44-year-old tradition was this weekend. Even had friends lined up to meet us there. So after waking up too late for church this morning (well, I woke up on time, but Mr. Erik was impossible to awaken), having the friends call, regrettably, to cancel, and driving through every area of town where the artwork is displayed on all available cement surfaces, thank God for The White Rabbit. Because finding The White Rabbit is how I knew we were almost to where we needed to be. I was surprised, too.

Parking was ample, so we waltzed into this Greek Orthodox Church, just as families were serenely exiting mass.

...And read a big white sign informing us that the Greek Funstival is next weekend. No, I am not kidding. I can't believe it took us so long to find. For nothing. Well, not for nothing, we did go across the street for Greek lunch, after all.