I do realize that last Thursday was a pretty long time ago already. I'm usually better about posting in a timely manner but what can I say? I've been in pretty high demand this past week!
Thursday night Dave and I went down to Bastille Days to mosey around and catch the 5K. Yes, for months I'd anticipated storming the Bastille again this year, but in the end, I was simply a spectator. My reason for you is that since I ran it last year and blogged it, I thought it was my journalistic duty to get the opposite perspective this year. My actual reason is that I'm just not in very good running shape at the moment. Sure, I could have done it – but I wouldn't have enjoyed it one bit.
As we walked around, I marveled at how much more attractive and diverse the crowd was than it had been at Riversplash, and I salivated over all of the food vendors that I successfully deprived myself of. (Audra from Taste of the Town sampled some of the fare down there – check out her post here.) 
While we waited for the 5K to start, we caught the end of Jazz in the Park and watched a very dopey man on a diving board do a little act above a trampoline. It went on for much too long, but it was kind of amusing. The actual park was much more sparsely populated than it normally is for Jazz – I could actually see grass and open space!
We grabbed a drink and stood around waiting for 9:00. When the 5K started, I felt a momentary pang of regret that I didn't just bite the bullet and run it. Twenty minutes later when they were finishing up, however, I felt better about my decision. Dave and I walked through the crowd to try to get some pictures and were promptly slathered in other people's sweat and overcome by the smell of hot bodies. Running in 80+ degree will do that to a person! 
Dave was getting over a week-long sickness that night so he wasn't in much of a festival mood. After one lap around the grounds, one drink, and a little lovers' quarrel, we were back in the car heading home.
I'm sorry to say I never made it back down to Bastille Days the remaining three days. It's a bummer, but there just aren't enough hours in the day, ya know?
We only made it once as well, on Thursday. It doesn't look like I made it into any of your pictures. :)
"A lover's quarrel" That's funny. Poor Dave. He's just getting over being sick and you have to start a quarrel with him?! ha ha
Posted by: Derek | July 19, 2006 at 08:09 AM
She says I'm annoying when I'm sick. I still remember in college when she told me I was being a baby because I was complaining about how horrible I felt. I went to the doctor the next week and found out I had strep and mono. What a sweetheart!
Posted by: Dave | July 19, 2006 at 11:02 AM
Women are the work of the devil, Dave. I wish I were kidding.
Posted by: Andre | July 19, 2006 at 01:05 PM
I was kinda wondering what your take was on the diving guy. Susan kept laughing. That made me sad.
Posted by: Andre | July 19, 2006 at 01:08 PM
That guy was the opposite of funny. I was embarrassed for all that were laughing.
Posted by: Dave | July 19, 2006 at 01:16 PM
Hey! Don't come on my site and start bashing women, mister.
We're fabulous and you love us. Now shut it.
Posted by: Erin | July 19, 2006 at 01:51 PM