When we arrived, we discovered that lawn chairs are encouraged, beer is served, and food is cheap. Not a bad way to spend a Friday evening, right? We headed back home to pick up some lawn chairs.
We passed by this Jason Voorhies shack on the way back home.
FSU Represent! (I put that in there for The Kid).
Upon our return, it was time to visit the essentials: concessions and the beer truck.
The biggest crowds lingered around the beer truck.
Hot dogs, sausage dogs, and "cheez."
Dinner for The Kiddette.
The Kid's gourmet meal. More condiments in use on his.
I pronounce the food to be "not bad." Granted, I only ate a sausage dog because I don't consume cheese or red hot dogs. Still, not bad. And the beer was frosty enough, tapped out the side of the truck.
The band played under this really oddly shaped tent:
We did manage one shot of the band; they were taking a break.
Events like this one are a great way to observe and get to know your neighbors. We're hoping the next time one of these rolls around we actually know a few people attending. I certainly recognized at least six families at McDonald's after the show when I went on a Chicken McNugget run.
We were the youngest childless couple in attendance.
Big Dog shirts are also popular in Virginia, and this one is an exceptional example.
At a throwdown like this, one pack of cigarettes does not suffice.
The Kid swears that by the final concert, this guy will be drinking beer at our house. I didn't know Michael McDonald lived in West Point.
Festivities were presided over, on the left, by the fine paper mill run by Smurfit-Stone, and the American Flag on the other.
It's a good thing I grew up outside of Savannah, or the smell of this thing would probably kill me.
God bless West Point and the U.S.A.
