The Legal Dude and I stopped in at the Powwow.
It was raining steadily and there were several other functions going on yesterday afternoon so attendance was small, which was disappointing.
I forgot my camera, which was a real bummer.
The dancers and their outfits were something I really wanted to get on camera.
There weren’t as many vendors as I had hoped, but I found a nice belt buckle, which the Legal Dude bought for me as an anniversary present.
It was raining steadily and there were several other functions going on yesterday afternoon so attendance was small, which was disappointing.
I forgot my camera, which was a real bummer.
The dancers and their outfits were something I really wanted to get on camera.
There weren’t as many vendors as I had hoped, but I found a nice belt buckle, which the Legal Dude bought for me as an anniversary present.
We didn't haggle, which we probably should have. Oh well.
I've had my eye on a sweet pair of boots downtown that I thought I might "hint" about—but there is my birthday coming up in a few months...
In addition to the belt buckle, we bought mugs, ate an Indian Taco on fry bread and brought home a piece of plain fry bread for the teenager, who promptly poured honey on it and said, “mine!”
The fry bread is kind of like mom’s buñuelos—only thicker and just as unhealthy—and just as de-lish.
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