The plan for last Saturday was to go to the International Festival in Tower Grove Park. This was an attempt to do something new, see new things, eat new foods (smoked meatloaf at the Shaved Duck right by Tower Grove).
Bored! Bored! New! New! New!
No, no, no.
I didn't think it through. We started too late, we parked too far away, and then at the end it rained on us, so Gary (who does not believe in evaporation, it would seem) insisted we could not eat at the Shaved Duck and must go home and get out of the wet clothes.
So instead, I consoled myself with NEW food at Taco Bell (warning: the cantina bowl is laced with cilantro) and the memory of my one NEW experience:
I did get to pet a two-week-old water buffalo.