I had plans last night. Another adventure. Mid-week Messing. It was an oddity for us since we’re usually so busy during the week, but you take your Messing when you can get it.
We were to meet some friends at a Food Truck Bazaar in a neighboring city. At first, I thought it was a little…odd. I’ve only known two types of food trucks. The first was the lunch trucks driven by cute girls in short shorts that traveled twice a day from construction site to construction site to feed the men who didn’t want to taste whatever concoction was in their lunch box. When I was working with my dad, I lived for these trucks with the packaged sandwiches, hot chili, and fruit pies. Not only was I fed an incredible amount of junk food allowing me to be the human garbage disposal I am today, but it also meant I could escape working for a little while and goof. My teenage mind was not ready for a full day’s workload. Of course, my middle-aged mind isn’t, either.