I got back around midnight from picking up and delivering my daughter to her friend's house. This friend lives in a teensy, tiny "town" -- a crossroads community, really -- one of those "don't blink or you'll miss it" places with a couple of bars and a church, though this one is a bit of an anomaly due to it's having three bars and no church. It also has a miniature, fake watertower as a landmark. And -- I'm almost embarrassed to admit this, I can't believe I've lived here as long as I have and I've never known of this -- an annual Testicle Festival, or Testi Festi for short.
As Katie (she who knew of this years ago!) said, "What else are they going to do with three bars and no church?"
Turns out it's not the only one of its kind, either.
My life could hardly be described as "sheltered," but this kind of makes me wonder what else I've been missing around here.