The Frozen Dead Guy Festival

My friend, Bazilla (as she is called by the Marvelous Macy) and I have had a lot of adventures, from the Wild Woman Weekend to the backroom of the Poteau Men's Club, but one of our most unique traditions is our love of festivals.
First, Bazilla had to go to Antlers for a Christmas party (in October, no less). Since she didn't want to go alone, she invited me to come along. She made it sound really enticing, too; said we were staying the Rebel Hill Guest Ranch. Let me tell you, mister, if you haven't stayed at the Rebel Hill Guest Ranch, ya need to git on down thur! (Our stay there is more than a blog, it is an entire novel, so you will have to wait for my book to get the whole story.) But anyway, we did get really lucky, because not only was it Christmas in October, but it was also the weekend of the annual Deer Festival. I got my fabulous marshmallow launcher there--which I passed on eventually to my son, Ben--but in the meantime, I kept myself occupied for a good two hours, just launching marshmallows at unsuspecting festival goers. That thing would launch marshmallows clear across the fairgrounds!
The next year, Bazilla had to go to Eureka Springs for a conference. Again, since she didn't want to go alone (lucky for me she doesn't have any other friends to invite, or maybe her other friends are just smarter) she invited me. We stayed at a terrific B&B, and it turns out, it was also the weekend of the Little Feet Festival. Neither one of us had any idea what Little Feet was, but I was fascinated by the big float in the shape of a high heel, blaring out Cher music. We followed that float, and next thing we knew, we were walking beside the high heel, complete with its Diva (who was also the owner of our B&B, our limo driver, and the local DJ) waving at people gathered for the Little Feet parade. Apparently, Little Feet is a band that is famous for its "chicken song". I still haven't heard the song, but I have celebrated with the best of their fans!
So, this weekend finds Bazilla flying to Denver, so that the two of us can head up to Nederland on Saturday for the Frozen Dead Guy Festival. I guess once upon a time, a guy had his grandfather cryogenically frozen and stored him in a shed behind his mothers house. Unfortunately, the guy and his mother both got deported, leaving Grandpa behind in the shed. The town council, irritated at becoming responsible for taking care of Grandpa and his dry ice habit, quickly passed a law that you can't store dead people in your backyard, in a shed or anything else. However, they were stuck with Grandpa, and have been taking care of him ever since. Like any small town worth its salt, they have an annual festival in his honor. So Saturday will find Bazilla and Terri heading up Boulder Canyon, to watch the 2009 Coffin Races andwe might even participate in the frozen T-shirt contest!!
Who knows what next year will bring!