This weekend I went out to Ephrata, WA to visit Megan who recently got back from her mission to Argentina. Basically, Megan's been telling me I should wander out to central WA and visit her house but I always insisted it was too far from Seattle (3 hours). After half a dozen trips to Moses Lake, which is about six minutes south of Ephrata, my arguments lost a LOT of force. Well, that town is amazing. I happened to make it for the Holiday Festival which used to be known as the Mint Explosion. We (Megan, Rachel, and I) started off the morning by racing in the Jingle Bell Run which was a 1.9 mile jog from the bank, down to the high school and around the track once, and back to the courthouse. It was about 25 degrees outside and my festive green shants did little to block the cold. Fortunately, since I wasn't running very fast, there wasn't much of an effective wind chill. Seriously, the six-year-olds were faster. Well, they get recess and I don't. So there. After working up an appetite, Megan and I went off to DK's for lunch. I ordered a beefalo burger and I'm now going to use the word "beefalo" as a an all-purpose verb and/or predicate adjective which means "at first you think it's going to be really bad, but after a while, you find out that you can stomach it and it's not that bad." This word will come in handy for describing lots of things. Like "Hey, how was your trip to the dentist?" "Oh, it was a total beefalo." Yah? Then, it was off to see the Christmas performance of Megan's mom's ballet school. This visit to Ephrata probably will probably have significant outcomes for future generations in my family since if I have any girls in the future, I'm going to sign them up for ballet. The little snowflakes were soooooo cute! I wish I had taken ballet but I was too busy swimming and building dams with huge rocks. Oh and friends, we were not done with the day. We then went to the Christmas parade which fortunately lasted only about 10 minutes. The people on the trucks and engines and the ones walking their dogs were throwing candy but it was so cold, I'm not sure I would have wandered out to the street even if they were throwing fitty dollah bills. But the puppies wearing the little santa outfits were adorable. After the parade, we raced over to park behind a big silo to see the fireworks. In hindsight, we should have parked on the other side of the big silo but seriously, I love love love Ephrata, they know how to get things done and not even Florence, Italy had such a nice fireworks display. That night, we made Christmas cookies, detonated the Bing Crosby explosion of Christmas music, and frosted them all in bright pinks and greens. Christmas is coming! Thanks Megan. (More pictures to come!)
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Christmas in Ephrata!
This weekend I went out to Ephrata, WA to visit Megan who recently got back from her mission to Argentina. Basically, Megan's been telling me I should wander out to central WA and visit her house but I always insisted it was too far from Seattle (3 hours). After half a dozen trips to Moses Lake, which is about six minutes south of Ephrata, my arguments lost a LOT of force. Well, that town is amazing. I happened to make it for the Holiday Festival which used to be known as the Mint Explosion. We (Megan, Rachel, and I) started off the morning by racing in the Jingle Bell Run which was a 1.9 mile jog from the bank, down to the high school and around the track once, and back to the courthouse. It was about 25 degrees outside and my festive green shants did little to block the cold. Fortunately, since I wasn't running very fast, there wasn't much of an effective wind chill. Seriously, the six-year-olds were faster. Well, they get recess and I don't. So there. After working up an appetite, Megan and I went off to DK's for lunch. I ordered a beefalo burger and I'm now going to use the word "beefalo" as a an all-purpose verb and/or predicate adjective which means "at first you think it's going to be really bad, but after a while, you find out that you can stomach it and it's not that bad." This word will come in handy for describing lots of things. Like "Hey, how was your trip to the dentist?" "Oh, it was a total beefalo." Yah? Then, it was off to see the Christmas performance of Megan's mom's ballet school. This visit to Ephrata probably will probably have significant outcomes for future generations in my family since if I have any girls in the future, I'm going to sign them up for ballet. The little snowflakes were soooooo cute! I wish I had taken ballet but I was too busy swimming and building dams with huge rocks. Oh and friends, we were not done with the day. We then went to the Christmas parade which fortunately lasted only about 10 minutes. The people on the trucks and engines and the ones walking their dogs were throwing candy but it was so cold, I'm not sure I would have wandered out to the street even if they were throwing fitty dollah bills. But the puppies wearing the little santa outfits were adorable. After the parade, we raced over to park behind a big silo to see the fireworks. In hindsight, we should have parked on the other side of the big silo but seriously, I love love love Ephrata, they know how to get things done and not even Florence, Italy had such a nice fireworks display. That night, we made Christmas cookies, detonated the Bing Crosby explosion of Christmas music, and frosted them all in bright pinks and greens. Christmas is coming! Thanks Megan. (More pictures to come!)
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Wow, I feel like you just described a Blanding festival! :) Only we don't call them beefalo's we call them bronco burgers- doesn't meat from a horse sound so much better?!
I know! I love small towns. But I have to admit, if I moved to Ephrata, I'd have to learn how to cook Thai and Vietnamese food. Man (or woman) cannot live on beefalo alone. Nor should they. Although according to the sign outside the drive-in, beefalo has 70% less chlest. I took that to mean "cholesterol" and Megan pointed out that I may just be the first person to recognize what they meant. I wonder how much less chlest a horse has. Probably better not to know.
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