Well, it wasn't exactly Saturday night. It was last Wednesday evening, and we were celebrating a softball win with a local custom: a trip to the Meadows.
The Meadows is a frozen custard stand that sits at its namesake corner, The Meadows Intersection in Duncansville. I do believe this is the original location; we pass through this intersection several times each day, and Ethan and Meg crane their necks to see the two specialty flavors of the day, in addition to vanilla and chocolate. My personal favorite is cappaccino chocolate chunk, Meghan's is cookies and creme, Ethan's is chocolate peanut butter cup, and Matthew likes Whitehouse or teaberry. Yuck. (Side note; the other day, it was cappaccino choc chunk, which rarely occurs, and I actually FORGOT to stop on the way home. I'm still pissed at myself.)
At any rate, if your team wins, and sometimes when they lose, the whole group hits the Meadows afterwards and your coach or another parent buys everyone a small cone. Meg's pigtail softball team is sponsored by The Meadows this year; no idea if we get a free cone out of it or not. There are usually at least three or four other teams there, so the kids are sure to see someone they know. In addition to the frozen custard, there is a mini-golf course, batting cages (to keep the baseball/softball customers on winning streaks), an arcade, large bushes for kids to run between and under, and lots and lots of Adirondack chairs to sit in and watch the show.
And on this night, there was the best entertainment of all: karaoke!
Hard to see, but one guy is playing the broom and the other has a mouth harp.
They are singing "Play Me Some Mountain Music".
Ethan finds some friends and they start a kick line.
Meg Macaroni (no. 17) hopes no one knows that the dancing fool is her bro.
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Just realized that no one is eating ice cream, er, I mean frozen custard in these pictures,
but that is actually not the point of going to The Meadows. Not for the kids, anyway.
