So many people, so little beer

On the knitting front, I have almost completed the back of my latest sweater project. It would've been nice if the woman at the LYS that sold me the pattern and the yarn had read it more carefully. She sold me 2/3 less than what I will need! Since the sweater was on display in the store window, knit with the yarn I purchased, you would think I wouldn't have to double check, wouldn't you? The pattern calls for 4 balls of 250 yds. each. So she sold me 4 balls of 120 yards each! grrrr. All I can say is that they had better have the add'l balls of the right dye lot in stock or I am going to be plenty pissed. I spent the morning at the Farmer's Market, but no one else showed up to knit. I had Maggie in tow, my ongoing mission of getting her to understand that riding in the car does not always mean she's going to the vet. It seems to be working! Much less pacing, climbing, and whining in the car. I roamed the market, then knitted for a while, listening to the City Weekly sponsored band. Met up with DD and walked over to the Italian Festival. Not exactly what one sees at the Italian Festival in Hartford's "Little Italy" (the highest per capita of Italians in the USA). But I got real Italin Ice. Yummmm. On a lighter note, after one year living in this beautiful state, yesterday was my first experience attending a family picnic. Are you all laughing yet??? It was the picnic for my husband's agency: 100 employees and all their kids. Very nice: a peting zoo, surrey rides, a climbing wall, etc. There were as many children there as probably populated the entire town where I raised my children - no joke. The food was great, but sad to say not a jello mold, green or otherwise, to be seen. They hired Haywire to play --a country western band that opened for Keith Urban when he was here. They were outstanding. It was just so strange for me to be at such a populated function with not a single beer in sight. Even funnier was when @ 7:30 a police officer showed up because a neighber had complained! Now, I ask you: it's 7:30 on a Saturday night in Draper UT, Country Western Music, no drunks, and a cop shows up???? Bob and I couldn't stop laughing. And of course, as I had never met any of these people, each conversation began with the question directed to me "Where are you from?" Clearly, not "from" here, I guess. I guess my dark hair, Star of David, and that I apparently have an eastern accent might have been a tip off LOLOLOLOL. We read each others' minds (which, after 34 years is not hard) and off we drove to the Bayou in DT SLC. Now, we usually check in there after the movies, and I haven't heard much music that I actually like in the past 3-4 weeks. BUT last night was different. They had this great band French Frog Pollywog which was kind of Zyedeco, mixed with other stuff. Turns out Bob knows the drummer. So we heard two great but vastly different genres of music, and finished off a really enjoyable Saturday. Might I also recommend a movie: Little Miss Sunshine, now playing at Trolley Square. You will LOL and feel good when you walk out.(not apparent during the middle of the movie).