What Have I Become?

So, my roommate David is obsessed with funnel cakes and corn dogs. No lie. When we realized Springdale's Feather Fest was this weekend, it was pretty much a given that David would be there for some funnel cake & corn dog action.

So, Friday night, four of us headed out to downtown Springdale to take part in the festivities. We all enjoyed a corn dog and a funnel cake. Well, David simply wasn't satisfied. He wanted to go back today for lunch--for two corn dogs. So, I headed over there with him.

All was going well until we walked to the Corn Dog/Funnel Cake booth. As we passed a kid who worked in the both, he said, "Back again, guys?" This is no good. This is sign one that we've become Feather Fest regulars. 10 minutes later, the guy at the window says to David, "Man, you loves these corn dogs. You guys have been here a lot." Then, it was official: we were Feather Fest regulars.

What have I become? I've never felt so dirty in my entire life. There I was in my trendy TOMS (did you know Sienna Miller wears TOMS?) and my D&G thick rim glasses, and I was now a regular of Feather Fest. I thought I was going to have to trade in my Barsuk Records shirt for a Bill Goldberg or nWo shirt. Throughout junior high and high school, I strived not to become one of those--for lake of a better term--tool bags who spent their whole weekend at Frisco Fest. Throughout college, I've avoided Spring Fest all together. Even Tontitown's coveted Grape Festival, with it's fancy spaghetti dinner, I've managed to avoid. Now, here I am: a Feather Fester.